Robert Sciasci Poet Free verse

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 
linked

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