Linked Dreams
splat
against the wall
words
shaped by lines
stitched and stained
trekking up a giant stone stairway
never getting more than a dollar or two
for the red stripes
for the twin eagles arriving
as they always do
we are always arriving
I pulled the door down
and the elevator started
walls dropped away and
the bloody meat head was
at the edge of my tumor
so sweet
like a child
at my feet
like cats
writing their words in chalk
on the sidewalk with their
whiskers
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Copyright © Robert Sciasci | Year Posted 2012
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