Unlocked.
walking slowly
into a season
no clear delineation
weeds are tough flowers
green saturates
I thought the lawn was bleeding
but it was an artists’ touch
a furiously paced whirlwind flourish
trembling
in tree’s shade
holding
melted wax crayons
I’m drunk with color
she found him gloriously misshapen
in a way that few could detect
he found her tragi-comic
in a way that could not be ignored
is this where we throw in random snacks
and sundries
jotting down plans on greasy menus
they fit each other’s gaping holes
to great effect
leaving space like a sculpture
for moss and fungus to fester and grow
desperately grasping at a moving sidewalk
for balance
so taken
with sounds
of whistling
and muffled steps
could walk
in circles
discovering
new sights at every turn
so lost
in time
and thought
let me linger
so close to that other side
please don’t go
and leave me here
dampness only works
when we share heat
and banter
a taste of you
has only made me
more hungry
there’s so much
I forgot
I know I’m not a dayglo kitten
itchy to strip away
all I can reach
I’d be raw
dousing rage
doesn’t work well
naked
but to feel unfiltered breezes
would be worth the burn
you’re not an answering loon
cool ripples moved
across carefully designed
cesspools
you know how delicious
it feels to savor muck
with me
we’re immeasurably right
touching skin and hair
and teeth
let’s answer hunger by moonlight
gears destined for rust and fallow fields
move smoothly in grime
for men in shirtsleeves
and women laughing in sunlight
silos line the horizon
stuffed to the brim
with pipe dreams and hops
children as shadow puppets
behind clotheslines
herald the bees and honey
thrusting pipes push earthen mounds
echoing coffins’ slumbers
men heave iron and wheat
on a forgotten country road
The Word Rummager 