it’s real when i’m kicked
on the pavement & the
breath of earthen
plaster stuffs my throat &
heartache. but nothing is permanent anyways.
do i follow scale
the mast when you reel. this
excessive cruelty
makes me spill, slip my knot but
how to drop
when the air is
like a piece of broken pottery dug up on an archeological site, and can only guess what its purpose was
Thanks, Dean. Superb analogy.