November 9, 2019

• RX

  poetry provides the diagnosis :
  love is longer than life. half the time

  we are doused in sleep with hair
  like a bird's shadow

  descending a gnarled spine

  where pockets of
  marbles, faded photographs, broken keyboards,
  the sound of a cello,
  and the unread letters of a decade
  swim through uncharted waters

  packing heat.

  crows land like creosote
  from a burning chimney
  on a rush of rocks

  the white horse of dreams plows a disaster

  but it is the Magnetic Resonance
  that reads the words of a poet's delirium
  capturing sun and moon and mist
  recording a love letter gone askew,

  words like seagulls tumbling from cracks
  in the clouds
  with nothing less than the world
  at stake

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