April rains over my body
like a dripping faucet at night
it forms a cold rind around my eyes
and fills a borrowed
like the double-chin of a
fat, sweaty lecherJohn.
this body's swollen and
the earth turns to sea
Rosewood; Oak; pine-slabbed flotilla
downup, down, up
like the sun-baked summer child
on a sun-hot trampoline:
a diver coming up for air.
We follow the bends in a
slow, unyielding procession
Copyright © Paul Sylvester | Year Posted 2005
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