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GLASS JAW OF THE PSYCHE
Running a marathon, tree by tree she leaves me.
Her chariot a swan, she's pulled by trout and herrings.
I am the little fox whose den is on her island,
shaking hands with snapping turtles, threatening violence.
My mind a nervous horse is flinching like a nightstick.
My body clocked by drugs is flinching like a lit wick.
Two packs of sugar free wolves in a moon menthol,
pack them up in words and bows dusty memento.
Seeing sound and tasting sight,
inside corners inside eyes.
Running a marathon, tree by tree she leaves me.
She is Penelope, her orchard is the bee's knees.
I am the little fox whose den is on her island
high above the Earth, I am the sky pilot.
Forgetting getting, giving giving without reasons.
Bum around, enjoy the glory of the seasons.
We two live on twin boats on the boundary waters.
Wooing truth, a sort of pride to date her daughters.
See the trophies dug from tunnels, poison ivies
creep in brains that are the glass jaw of the psyche.
Memory captains finger pirouettes on keyboards.
Clouds escape the Sun, an over easy landlord.
Running a marathon, tree by tree she leaves me.
Her chariot a swan, she's pulled by trout and herrings.
I am the little fox whose den is on her island,
shaking hands with snapping turtles, threatening violence.
Seeing sound and tasting sight,
inside corners inside eyes.
Seeing sound and tasting sight.
Snuck to the front row of the pot that God was throwing.
When we were fireflies, an alphabet of glowing.
When we were chainsaws making ice sculptures of meaning.
When we were little, we watched bats in trees careening.
This is your soul's lost lighter found
inside corners inside eyes.
Seeing sound and tasting light,
inside corners inside eyes.
DAS - Detroit, Michigan, USA
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