scales
falling from
its wing in
microscopic
prism snow
A burial at sea,
no
worms and
eternal
sunshine
for the
sailor.
Candle bug
kamikaze
into a pretty
girl's hair.
Piercing the stuffy
southern night
with
simple syrup
and whiskey
screech.
Straight above
the asphalt
a squirrel
is balancing on
his hind legs
on a power line
while eating
a peach pit.
Stinging spring wind
and
a sniffling
bike ridden
noses
all about
the hospital
and
sidewalks
and empty lots.
I have the
nerves now
all I need's
the guts.
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