with a broken jaw
and a broken spine
he tries to tame the gnawing
unhinged, colubrine
he claws for claret, cherry blood
sloughs his futile, far loves
sinks his teeth into the silt mud
swiping bugs from widows web-spin
perhaps I'd never reach my anthesis
perhaps I'd never shed my dead skin
like he crawls along the leaves
all the rest crawls from his sleep
in late hours
he thinks of me
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
with a broken jaw
and a broken spine
he tries to tame the gnawing
unhinged, colubrine
he claws for claret, cherry blood
sloughs his futile, far loves
sinks his teeth into the silt mud
swiping bugs from widows web-spin
perhaps I'd never reach my anthesis
perhaps I'd never shed my dead skin
like he crawls along the leaves
all the rest crawls from his sleep
in late hours
he thinks of me
"I've always had a broken spine."
hungry, hungry, hungry
