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Thursday, February 11, 2021

Shannon & Sue 4

 


I was erased
a faded smear where in elegant crescent silver
once a fine character stroke was there
this nuevo kid cowboy bombardier
shuffling in quicktime
in flash
in javascript
this the unconscionable ape folded faded flat Spingsteen cap
denim pocket post give a shit spaceball queer
rooftop pervert in pecker palm prints
splits you for two hot weeks

then splits

a hickie like a blue finger smudge
glowing on her translucent skin
Shannon wept
for the years that slipped suddenly somewhere
lost
misplaced she would not confess
and in sheets of grey tears she fought
Roman army hard
to find meaning
for her's was a heart dismantled
a maze
for him

the folded paper rose
was pretty
was not JUST pretty
was also a hidden note
although decades had since stolen her breath
   before it was discovered
yellow'd and still sharp a bulge
in a book since forgotten
those twisted fingers like oak roots
   remembering childish fever
   disentangled the parchment's surprise
penned in faded ink

she fell

Shannon
collapse
collapse of the human stain
collapse of that holy temple
   and them animal bones
the message like deer entrails from a fresh kill
slipped forth
horror
of the note
of the voice that fell from her throat,

- Touch me,
she read softly,
   and I'll sue.

again,
- Touch me I'll sue.

TA

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