Kit Kelen #1439 - a wilderness makes me

1439

a wilderness makes me

(Ozymandias riff)

for godsbother

its barefoot way

like a candle

day out

tropic

pray

cloud for novelty

(those little ones we name)

my own oasis

gets into toenail too

mandala work

around decay

seek under earth

over heaven

dig here

be blown

sand blasted sometimes

frequently no signal

but beer

willy willy

min min

tinnitus too

drought till Santa

pour him in

and Christmas in the waves

cast like a question aside

it spins

levitate

sit up and beg

profits come from this

moonlessly lost

no one will hear you think it

and trackless

nothing catches fire

you’ll never insure

rain’s good

manna will do

the little clouds have gone away

it’s elsewhere I’m known for

legion and foreign

a pedestal put up

tread these boards

a privateer

sail past prairies thus

I have been called – here’s luck

stars closer

and touch me, time

see so far

I’m sovereign still

borders tatter too

bend heads

to bow

press pilgrim’s palms

call upon the dust

and dreaming

hyenas

jackals

snakes

I’m fauna

all things that aren’t sustain me

cash of every other age

I have a poetry passport

the sun most overhead

as on its way gone

o wilderness mine

and breeze beginning

making tracks

and yet survive

far and away

a lone and level stretch

where I’m now

sneer, wrinkle

bring you revelation

antique that I am