Saturday, March 18, 2017


hat slid of night
      a funny thing
tumble from my head
    due east
where another body
        somebody warms my coat
foot swimming in sock
   me this time
night was three hour pitch
           slung at 6am
         stomach settled
dressed in red
    bottled this way
bottled that
            voices trail shirtsleeves
whatever was said
    can be taken back
you kicked my shoulders out
          I swung boots
from the ledge

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