The Canine People

up late with all the canine people

all proper,

eating off plates and all.

 

bathed,

decorated,

and almost civilized.

 

no pleasantries

nor

true engagement.

 

just bark

and growl

and the bearing of teeth.

 

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Wreaths of Wild Flowers

Beyond the silence of

bark and scented leaves

torched

by proud invasion

 

Away from the living

spliced in darkness

the dead accept

their wreaths of wild flowers

 

A home,

amongst distorted legends

fading epitaphs and pictographs

 

Among thorns

condemned

they sing

songs of death

endlessly

through the seasons

 

It is hardly a solemn ending

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Stinging Nettles

this was Cherokee land

now it’s all water

 

grasses, saplings and

wild mustard

gone

 

a few

stinging nettles

prick the eye

 

sometimes

like weeds

we thrive

 

sometimes

we perish

 

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More is Not for Us

More is not for us

No food

and the powers off
Going off to see Jesus!

Or at least the serpent handler.
He takes care of us lost sheep.
Pouring whiskey by sunrise,

Entertained the snake eye 

on a .45
Need to sip 

on the venom 

Whether it be Christ’s 

or Man’s

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The Dead Side of Spring

the dead side of spring

down river,

she’s busted her banks!

 

full and high

carrying

broken limbs,

a girl,

bloated up

as if she was pregnant

 

young

pale

squashed between branches

pushed past

the mud

that keeps the alive,

alive

 

full

deep

and

naked

as a lover’s eyes,

only the dam

will stop her

 

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Betrayal

Creeping up on cat paws

past the acorns on the window still

past the thunder

through the

back of beyond

 

a hole in the screen

which is meant to keep the flies out

steals air

from my pressed

lungs

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Send us Wolves

On the water

dissidence

send us wolves!

soldiers in black shorts

 

they do not care about us

so, know no comfort

see no redemption

because a heavy curse

is drawn into the swells and breaks

 

later in dark streets

they crash down

insistent

territorial

 

chemical-reactions

floating on the surf

coming-together

like the pack

absorbed

into violent waves

 

something has gone wrong

someone is turned out

driven to the sand

outside of the mist

bloodied

 

the wolves rise and sink

with the sun

 

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