the wicked queen of morning
greets you with
clutching shore
little pebbles in the stream
rob red rubies
from dead fish bellies
on a rock
there are some feathers
a broken beak
crunched bones
your attention is cut
with the dead kiss
of a woodpecker
you are bound
to relive the death
of thousands of forests
bound to kiss
the stream’s mojo
laughter
listen—
the stream is still asleep
its floor is falling through
the weight of its slumber
nothing can contain it
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
the wicked queen of morning
greets you with
clutching shore
little pebbles in the stream
rob red rubies
from dead fish bellies
on a rock
there are some feathers
a broken beak
crunched bones
your attention is cut
with the dead kiss
of a woodpecker
you are bound
to relive the death
of thousands of forests
bound to kiss
the stream’s mojo
laughter
listen—
the stream is still asleep
its floor is falling through
the weight of its slumber
nothing can contain it
