Saturday, October 22, 2016

Robert Verdon, #336, puberty

alone

sucking stormwater tunnel

dry as a pocket knife

firm as an apple

labyrinth

under the freeway

on the other side

side-tunnel

up to the surface

amazingly

minotaur’s day off


gold dust and sunbeams

sleet in my hearth

silver buttons of white plastic

fizz like snow


sinuous

skirt in a glint of mauve light

of a distinct polarity

graveyards and gardens

follow me home


at least it’s out of the wind

but the cold eats at you worse than worms


tightening loops of mortality

kept discreet as toenail fungus

embarrassing little death

disdain and longing

enough for a lifetime

single-minded as a rocket

dissolving in an abyss

hidden in the hyphae

beneath the flowering city

 

 

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