Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Gray Handkerchief

head gummed up, trying to push through the wall
of phlegm to get things done
all you want to do is lay down and close your eyes
convince yourself no one really needs you, it’ll be okay for you
to just rest for a while even though
the wind is whipping and the screen door is banging
and something is gnawing at the hull
those tank treads, those chopper blades
as I’m trying to put even two words together
but I can’t fucking breathe    the pounding of drums
clattering hoofbeats on the roof      can’t you wait
until I’ve slept a little while, can’t you come back
in the morning when I’ve cleared my head
I’ll bail you out tomorrow, I swear
I’ll march alongside you, raise the flag
when you drop it. It’ll be over so fast but for now,
please, just one night of rest. I surrender.
I’m swimming in my own juices, floating face down
on that viscous river. Let my eyes be replaced
with sponges the color of the moon.
Let my mouth be stitched shut with golden threads.
Let me dream my way toward shore.

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