Log 155 by Godric | Photo by Tommy Coyote

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Godric | Photo by Tommy Coyote

Log 155
By Godric
By Tommy Coyote
Published Issue 098, February 2022

Penciled in stars

A yellow pie in the sky

Three clouds and a half 

Promise sticked the windows. 

Windows big as the world 

Footnotes thicker than curls 

Lessons in lines

Fertile, steep, canine. 

Coloring my chest

Back, around then up again. 

Mercy!

The extended version 

Leaking miracles

Warm as love

Charming it coos

Alarming it tucks.

So His banks are mine! 

Studded we stand,

Heart written

Chokeless

Refined.

Simon says glue

No tone that lies

Long as time’s middle name 

Insists, shine.

Though our tears fill lakes, 

We should never find

Tape thus to the work

Magic as Bernstein’s rhymes 

And faint will the noise,

Lo’ trickster of air, mind. 

Tune not its fume

But instead,

some..place

called Mine. 


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