Friday, May 25, 2018

James Walton #99 Poor Man's Chicken

Of a mountain
you are a foot fall echo
the goat’s enquiry

for the definition of ice

loose change spent
there is no news of Spring
in this we are assuaged

no reconnaissance wings by

taste the butter and pepper
now here is a final crust
fresher than birth

splinters in toes

from a porch of strangers
a circle of amanuenses
to record the shorter straw.


  1. the poor man's chicken
    is a dream of theft
    then a circle of shouting

    1. after the anticipation
      the dripping
      still on hold
      at midnight bites


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