a ghost town of tooth ache inhabitated

21 Apr

a drill without a holster
waits with no temperature reading.
mechanical eyes stare down.
i want to be curious about
its honeycombs and cells of not enough roads,
but i carve socotra into fingernails instead
trusting impossible shapes are my gps
sending rivers a diverge into
10,000 park bench screams
mainlining  wave after wave of sub woofer church bell verse
slams into rock face
is the first fork stabbed into a cold hand,
awake beside driftwood,
a new day pilgrim,
shopping for sea salt,
relieved to discuss weather with strangers again.

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2 Responses to “a ghost town of tooth ache inhabitated”

  1. kvennarad April 21, 2013 at 3:26 pm #

    I take it you heard how Cottonbombs took refuge from a coyote on a park bench?

    • Steve April 21, 2013 at 8:40 pm #

      winter 2011 or thereabouts. a fine day if I remember right.

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