LIKE A DORMOUSE God is a nutrient Swims through My body Looking For words Looking, For a pinhole Of light I am not healed Seated before My glass plate The grimacing clock, The rising And descending moon, Pinches lines On my face, On the earth I want to die like a tree Having shed my seed, I want the honorable Death of a cloud, Beside me Sizzling into The blue I want to breathe, With the infinite, Dust storm Galaxy But in this life, I submit, Like a dormouse In a trap, Calm my muscles To end End, end With my relaxed eyes, Licking my paw To reach out To you (c) John Martinez 2014 All Rights Reserved
Posted on: Thu, 01 May 2014 22:23:41 +0000
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