Posts for June 5, 2017 (page 7)

ragged jangle                 – save for pomo

ragged jangle

of empty church bells

warning

even the rain can’t erase

green stains on a heart

Advice becomes
among cottage-knackers.
Thereupon, courage knocks.

A robber, strange,
seeks Rose-Red
country minutes.

Stronger, courtyard-taking
Wolf presents
house-building spindle.

Midnight: man wishes mouse present.
She was.

Upon hedgehog (seized),
Old-Woman steps
hard manners.

Did wedding fish escape
impoverished King’s daughter?
Perhaps.

Straw-Foot passes.
Night watch.
Little servant eats.

I am sitting behind the big bush on my front porch when the family passes by.

I can hear them, they cannot see me.

I get a glimpse at the ephemeral functionings of the little threesome.

I see us, as though in a slide show.

We traipse up this very street from the 1000 square feet of my parents’ old house.

Escaping confinement, wearing joy and yellow rain jackets. 

In this I feel all that I am throwing away.

For what?

It’s for the what, the what will kill me.

Old money and local shops.
This town is going out of business.
Individuals fleeing like a fly under a swatter.
Poor people stuck on drugs and like gum to this city’s knock off brand shoe.