Sunday, March 12, 2017

Transmittal

This was never
Received 
Not in time
Not on the nose
Not under the bus
But scraped across
The road
Bloody tarmac
A landing field for
Poppies dangling
Overhead and
Overheard 
Whispering whispers about
Little bits of sacred non-compliant figments
Blushing blistered pigments
Of red and white
Bone blossoms like
Cups drinking down the drain
Dew drops heavy and
Torrential 
As if the ocean felt full
Its liquid cornucopia overturned atop
The earthen turtle shell of the world
Worn round and thin
With cotton candy licks
From sugar tongued kisses
Rabbit gifts
Rabid for the taste of sweet
The sweet ending of a story never
Told and never
Sold on the highway out past
The prairie 
Weaves 
And
Waves
Of chaff
No wheat
Just the final dripping remains
Of justice dropped
On the accounting table of
Life
It
Self
.

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