Dah Dahlusion Poet Free verse

Yard Sale

There is a spy within me
tapped into suspicions
one eye zeroed in
round the clock

There is a ward
of smuggled wounds
convalescing in my notebooks
smudged so badly
that only I can decipher
their blood

I wake early
before family commotion starts
before the endless
mandible chatter
rips apart the silence

because my mind is groggy
standing before sunrise
because birds flutter
in such a manner
that my center loses grounding

My eyes are sky
pulled away from my brain
morning fog stuffs my head
I am an old basement
damp and dripping

Maybe a yard sale is in order
to rid myself these shabby feelings
these ragged doubts

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from my 6th book-length manuscript

©dah / dahlusion 2016 all rights reserved

"Yard Sale" was first published in
'Chicago Record Magazine'

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Skat A July 8, 2016 at 12:37 PM enjoyed your write Dah, thank you for sharing, **LUV SKAT** Dah Dahlusion August 7, 2016 at 12:15 PM thank you! ––))