The Furious Gazelle
Literary as hell.
Category: Poetry (page 3 of 15)
Amalgamation
Brain rocked dry spell,
this green fist
recovering, finger
joints swelled
plush flesh and hair
overly
mortared
with supposed despair
negative words
followed by shakes, caught
sitting through night
until red daybreak
catches itself up
and yellows to work.
Rain hangs
misting silent live oaks,
leaves dropping on trucks
Outside The Metro
Developing Early
EMILY AS WE SCARE THE BIRDS
We are the un-
knowability of the wind.
Our song terrorizes
the possibility of simple
love in simple trees
with simple nests.
This is why
our children can’t fly.
They’re lovely,
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