AUTUMN COATRACKS
AUTUMN COATRACKS FULL OF PERKY HUES
I sacrificed a small pink mum to the one eyed
Buddha in the bedroom Over the course of
a day it now lay soft & supine where once
stiff & straight Surely the golden-boy with
elongated ears will weave pink-flower-soul
into grey city sleepers on edge of polluted
Lake Especially during ice-storms when every
dream you ever had on fetid days will glimmer briefly
Before squirrel-rats bury them in your tulip beds
Do not over think it Just survive
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Late Autumn 2013
songanddancegirl 