shatter

i find a wilderness walk
the size of a steam nozzle,
spurious in the extreme
of halting breath,
a beneficial but moaning discovery,
yes, my church is a type
that few can accept,
zonked as i am
in the frame of your control,
indeed direful,
& a less meaning ghost,
i toss my bright
& habitual coat
for the thrill of the
land vessel that scours
the earth lizards
like the police
of the clothes rail,
aromatic apples
shatter
new worlds

(2020)

Posted in Poems.

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