Lock in on dad
Eyelids just hanging there
Words passing through him
Sputtering out in broken bottles
Shoveled to the side: snow bank, snow drift
Filling all the world's mouth with silver
By getting himself a filling
And really thinking about Mexicali
Or guiding his own empty barge through the Panama Canal
The feathered cinders
Still hawk and falcon
Never replacing danger
With brush stroke
But fueling up on words like: majestic, calciferous, concupiscent
When things went wrong
They concaved and dusted
Silting all jaw bone strength
Son of Samson
Curled up, but mighty
Getting his ears flicked
By rowdy girls
Devouring the fickle power
All light in their step
Giggled and coy
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7.6.10
Eyelids just hanging there
Words passing through him
Sputtering out in broken bottles
Shoveled to the side: snow bank, snow drift
Filling all the world's mouth with silver
By getting himself a filling
And really thinking about Mexicali
Or guiding his own empty barge through the Panama Canal
The feathered cinders
Still hawk and falcon
Never replacing danger
With brush stroke
But fueling up on words like: majestic, calciferous, concupiscent
When things went wrong
They concaved and dusted
Silting all jaw bone strength
Son of Samson
Curled up, but mighty
Getting his ears flicked
By rowdy girls
Devouring the fickle power
All light in their step
Giggled and coy
--
7.6.10
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