Slick

What divine participle
Leads this charge
Toward uncertain ends
Through certain disaster

A peck of pickled peppers
And a yellow ribbon
Secured firmly
But not enough to leave a mark

The glisten of certain dead sea creatures
Not the Dead Sea
Long forgotten is the heft of deposit
The toll it takes on promoting soft cellular abundance

But the region at the top
The apex we stretch for
Having been pruned like a bonsai
A tough place to land a plane

A punch ladle in a punch laden land
Liberty being a ruffled mess
Never telling the age
The wine of this region is spectacular

Before a miserable court
Aboard a creaking ship
A bird of paradise swift
For all our days, flying past
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8.29.13