Tuesday 24 March 2015

SPRING COCK



the spring air
holds
a
taste somehow
of
all
the
seasons
on
its
quiet
backdoor breath 
and
in
the
sounds of birds

still tho
the
world
is
a
cock in my ear
dry-fingering
any
tender
hole
in the funeral of monday morning


from dreamatico.com

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