Something
i sat alone
a torn robe in the dark
my loins slaving in slime
my thoughts with the wind
the flies passed by and wept
the fleas made me out
and fled naked
for i'm balding on the beak
of owls
cracking kernels that sooner
bolts into sable solitary holes
my eyes drinks the sky
as teeth of thunder
cackle in grinding tempests
pouring ash spittle and sleet
on time's unbidden bride
o when shall i sit in the rain?
when shall i lean on the sea bean?
Copyright © John Anusie | Year Posted 2005
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