Local armory
Dressed to the nines
Packed to the gills
Believe the drink
Empty your clutch
Spin and spin
Say goodnight
Cry to sleep
Check the paper
Or not
II.
Wood on wood
Brick on brick
Separating things
By their nature
Tricks of trades
Bending in
With rust and sediment
Finding fault
Absolving doubt
Flat out
III.
Vented steeple
All that heat
Rising to a bell tower
Or clock that stopped
Or barren cross
All those wishes
Then guilty retreats
Then feats of strength
Balled into thin air
Thickening the misty broth
Allowing those that leave
To do so
Righteously
In the eyes of magpies
IV.
Vacant lot
A barrow or heap
Lest there be more snow
Square back
Rounded corner
What to do with odd shapes
Value in keeping
Safety in numbers
Slipping through cracked wheat
Spun into ribbons
Somewhere out there
Where bread is grown
Or sustainence is harvested
Raising time on nails and notices
Selling a surrounding fence
Not as rewarding
But humbling all the same
V.
Dark tunnel
Fast as all hell
Dark as all heaven
For souls that want to rest
In the rumble
A peace of mind
Found flexing
In the corners
Where a river once ran
A red man once peered
From under a feathered brow
Now imortalized
In park and lake
Near steak and shake
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2.19.10
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