You
Dedicated to the best poet of us all.
I dive into you
The mud-coloured heaven
Fragments embracing with age
A dull rock and hammer shadow
Your small mouth
Free and feline with words carrying
The strength of the cartillage they cling
to. Ochre barnacles, love letters
In their cordless vowels
Unrounded and rolled off the tongue
Like liquid.
The many monsoons inward
I woke dull in my ditch this brown
Morning, and only an hour since
The epicentre has starved cotton-thin.
I see it before me as a road
Passing longingly into forever
With the dull mists of dead grey
And slow greens of the blue
Bleeding flow of the water's
Nurtured body.
Numbed by only one vowel bursting in
The red-emblem face of another
Rising on thin strings like pearls
So many lifeless words
The only satellites on an otherwise
Starless day.
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