Nurse
the blanket and die with men of the bloody-shrapnel staring at the noon sun
Reverberating
empty pocket slot-machines whispers to clouds
No
rag to wipe his face to promise the shroud
The
tent, the bubble space for he and I to talk as if no one else was around
Together
on an outing, promises of magical lions and appetizer salvations
Transubstantiating
into live and die and you and I
Smiles
cascading at the zenith of radiating solar rotation
The
precipitation breaks like a rabbit in the clearing
Rain
in the desert, ‘Oh so amazing!’ found and found and down and down
The
gullet go the refrains and the names and the same and the same
The
rotation and the pains, imbibe and shine, epidermis is gleaming!
Love
and life, doom and strife, bleeding from pores and the crowd is rejoicing
The
dandelions are espousing in the garden orchestra of logical nature
The
sun and I are making peace out here in Iraq to Iran to Afghanistan
Wandering
for a craggy oasis of where a hand formed man
Apples
and baffles consumed and given away in raffles to the chosen ears
And
selected tears to know the truths of other moves, that are not worthy of today
And
I want to pretend the game
Maybe
for a moment speak into the winter’s coldness
The
warm escaping corridors of heated-sand, colors blurring as the blood leaves my
hands
His,
mine, theirs, ours, calendars and metaphors for self-defense and noblemen
Trayvon,
crusades and Agamemnon, neutron bombs, Einstein and the universe beyond
All
I want is a simple job, a place like here, but over there
A
house with walls of my own art, music playing and a fresh start
Help
me go and treasures do not need to come in gold
Aid
my passage and I will grant this moment as a whisper
That
for a moment the sun came out this winter
So
much gray-wind I think I will head back in
Ranting
such folly to myself
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