me

on asphalt roads
she paraded me
what clown
am
i

her man muscles
squeezed me

what moisture from sky
that her teardrop be found
without
falling
when
am
i


structured feel me
what you have
sculpted
this
you
are
poetry scent


carry me through your next belly
for it is here
on
the
mountain


i have been waiting
time has pressed
on
my
chest


sing to me
of
vulutures

sing to me of thieves


what is this that you have chosen to take from me
that my line be defiled of meaning
that your thought crumble on me
what ocean have i drown you in


all these questions
we're asked
of
me


yes
we are
asked
of
me
ride
on
me
this
fine road she paved
?





















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