Apr 22, 2015

Humble Gasoline, Part Four

give me a crow

on a branch in front of the moon

a bouquet of bad experiences

i leapt over the deer fur

on the path, muddy knees and face

bit it hard

mouthful of rocks

the phone to my ear she’s telling me she fucked that guy

walking down first street in front of the school

bring me boiling pots of red

potatoes, something tough and dirty

that needs to cook to soften

to take it in

all the bad omens

all the good ones too

at the bottom of the garbage can this morning, maggots

the current got me

branches in the road

we had a mud fight for twenty minutes and finally this huge chunk

just as i looked up

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