dragon
even the owl is
prey to the goshawk
a blowfly
the specifics of
its ridiculous
skid we are
talking decadence
the slack of muscles
the collapse
of friendship and our
ideals composted
by neglect
and the spring fed streams
that push and flow no
matter what
the academy
of distrust who will
write the slip?
post marks on degrees
of meaninglessness
in one week
on this street alone
three houses change hands
my buyers
inherit nothing
this is the only
list I'm on
we are all burning
this morning the air
is so clear
like saints roll biddis
to feed their children
we are rocked
and caressed in fumes
ultra-violet
luculent
that last white bark pine
the Sawtooth Mountain
sage stunted
as alive as dead
beautiful beyond
reason like
the insights inside
schizophrenia
come to me
my dragon and hold
my tiny bent hand
in a sky
somewhere which we will
firebrand one flick
and we're free
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