slow drain of the nose & mouth
the unbroken morning
says yo
to the broken habit,
two weeks or 14 days down
and I still
drain much from my mouth
from
the years
of
love
and
reliance
as
the
belly dancer
goes streaming across the air chutes,
sending oxygen with one hand
and carbon monoxide with the other ..
the temptation of the ages,
the saber in the sky heading for your car,
the tree with poison spikes and yellow buds of potential,
vines on fire and nowhere to go,
the band runs out of songs but still plays,
the fingers are screaming from under the fingernails,
the kids learn how to walk,
the beard finally stops growing
we
are all a pile of sprouts
with
a
timer
and
the timer
runs
and
runs
like
a
pile of liquid mercury
falling
slowly,
to
the
hard stone
floor ..
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