. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .

Wednesday, April 12, 2023

Where Your Panties Sat

Sharing the same space where
you and your panties once sat
those wind-worn cotton patterns
prints of winter storms
caffeine madness

no god can be endured
endlessly
so we hide from the sun
in the cool shade
our golden bodies skewered
on grandmother's blankets
green grass sacrifice
single trail of shimmying sweat
pacing along her ribs
oh lord we pray

cracks on the concrete
endless barrage of traffic
drivers of the modern maw
celebrating some human need
barking as they pass
temporal in irregular heartbeat
the pulse
   of the way things are.

TA

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