I dig into my pockets and find
*lint
gum wrappers
the invisible switchblade
of mirror ride and wind’s roll—*
the KABOOM!
of diluted catastrophe
or how your mother screams in her sleep
now I understand how seasons
faint from peppered emotion—
strong enough for teeth
to bite and rip the leather
or at least scratch patterns into
that old belt
smooth breeze down the throat
tastes as September dies down
at the alley cat’s feet—
dead prayer
and the leaves swoon to
twitching whiskers
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
I dig into my pockets and find
*lint
gum wrappers
the invisible switchblade
of mirror ride and wind’s roll—*
the KABOOM!
of diluted catastrophe
or how your mother screams in her sleep
now I understand how seasons
faint from peppered emotion—
strong enough for teeth
to bite and rip the leather
or at least scratch patterns into
that old belt
smooth breeze down the throat
tastes as September dies down
at the alley cat’s feet—
dead prayer
and the leaves swoon to
twitching whiskers
