EmptyBones, Poetry

respiration

the blue sky stood high
without strings or glue
no invisible hands held high
that i could see

troubling troubles
burning hot coals
sparked flint
burning blue

influencing suggestion
surreal seconds ago
telling secrets
with long ago tails

a smooth whiskey
with an ice waterback

bring back jimi hendrix
and stevie ray vaughn

in order of no
consequence
breathing sigh

i observe a
forked tongue
spinning tales
with short legs
slithering away
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photo: lizard with a blue tail, Rob Ireton, flickr

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