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my friends, my friends we are birds on power lines huddled for warmth specks against the grey surrounded by the late october gloom and the steam rising up from the gutters we are restless and sour eyes pointing outward - every step every teensy, solitary step sealed with egg shell footprints womb nostalgia tenderness found in autumn colored flashes, moth-wick sparkles, and fried dandelion blossoms we remember our grandmas’ knuckles, chipped tiles on the kitchen floor - my dear, my dear we are stray brown tabbies bellowing rumble, ears stripped of fur settled into our corner of the front porch once we were roustabouts; waltzing to the waxing and wane carpeted floors gave way to concrete chill but now the summers seem longer - the smell of cardboard, cinder block walls, and duck pond water stale memories with naked omens we turn to face the chilling draft; tomorrow harping on and on about grey areas while we kick up alley gravel balanced by surface tension - under quilts counting freckles plasma paychecks peddling uphill
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
Birds on Power Lines
my friends, my friends we are birds on power lines huddled for warmth specks against the grey surrounded by the late october gloom and the steam rising up from the gutters we are restless and sour eyes pointing outward - every step every teensy, solitary step sealed with egg shell footprints womb nostalgia tenderness found in autumn colored flashes, moth-wick sparkles, and fried dandelion blossoms we remember our grandmas’ knuckles, chipped tiles on the kitchen floor - my dear, my dear we are stray brown tabbies bellowing rumble, ears stripped of fur settled into our corner of the front porch once we were roustabouts; waltzing to the waxing and wane carpeted floors gave way to concrete chill but now the summers seem longer - the smell of cardboard, cinder block walls, and duck pond water stale memories with naked omens we turn to face the chilling draft; tomorrow harping on and on about grey areas while we kick up alley gravel balanced by surface tension - under quilts counting freckles plasma paychecks peddling uphill
written by: TLP
#winter#power#cats#cold#birds#uncertainty#lines#tyler#lynn#pulliam
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
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