Log 141 by Godric

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Godric | Photo by Tommy Coyote
Log 141
By Godric
Photo by Tommy Coyote
Published Issue 091, July 2021

Curl me, mink

I think my sweat thinks

Smelling pennies again

And plans of no return

To the branchless place

Where signal fails,

And the temperature is hate

Find the moles!

Then forget him.

Something about watching snakes,

Pretending it’s warm in the cold.

Oh, our little forest

Suspending,

a blue glow.

Chest creaking with courage

A vicious vogue

Been helping my mind

off her tip-toes.

I doubt insomnia alone keeping the blunt rolled

Keep the TV on

So I’m always home

Defending my nights with ice

Around the neck or through a mic.

Will it last?

Dangerous, thinking it might.

Gotta untape your mouth

Whatever look I’m looking for

I was born in the South.

Foaming inside the seam

Upbraiding historical routes!

What made the bell crack

Could Mary of really loved him better,

Did Lil Kim know?

Inside the insides of our inside

All exists,

Without need to prohibit

Without need at all

We are born finished.

Godric Log 141 Photo By Tommy Coyote
Godric | Photo By Tommy Coyote
Godric Log 141 Photo By Tommy Coyote Birdy Magazine 091
Godric | Photo By Tommy Coyote

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