The Dumb Light Up
Crow perfect
but you and me
the edge
pretty heavy
how you count
the empty
gods leaving
pulling strings
the dumb light up
it falls in
just shy of
the old bridge
the chooks
in a country life
balancing
the interest
indifference
the road leads off
the head
it's not a head
for fucksake
the stories
wait a moment
upon a war
the map is not
the territory
as we say in
count the empty gods
ReplyDeleteleave them out for milk in the morning
put 'em next to
Deletethe beer bottles