Thursday, February 23, 2012
getting clean on pharmaceuticals
i kn ock back diamond s
and wait for them to
unfect me
I drop a few
and watch them roll
across the table : orange ,white
yellow blue
I take back
my mind
from the sky for a few hours
and bring it here , jewelled, to you
it is a dead bird , staring , car
buncled and no new ideas
curling and/or trilling
from its wicked hook
of a beak greasy
feathers , poached blank eyes
and a smell
maybe fleas
i knock back diamonds
and sink them with a clear cool fool's brew
of water
2012.
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©Peter A. Greene 2012
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