Wednesday, June 18, 2014

June Blast 41

June Flash Blast, 41

June 18th 14:11

A story of great distances and hardship
Drunk, drunk, drunk, and it's not lunch-time yet
The flash of white thigh, a lift of musk
I am lonely
I need to hear something happy, a joke or three
A stream swollen as spring unfurls winter
Behind the facts, the shadows
We have made it to the Pacific
Everything echoes something, and is echoed in its turn
It's a terrible month in a very bad year
I am running ahead of myself and trying to catch me up
When the lung and the gullet gasps white
Think of me as a trellis, elastic
The mountains hate the sea, the desert envies snow
We could swallow each other and disappear
They will occupy somewhere or other
Davy Crockett, Jim Bowie
All night, a shutter banging
Are they people left who can mend things?
I pause at the bottom of your street

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