Log 164 by Godric | Photo by Tommy Coyote

log 164 by Godric photo by Tommy Coyote
Godric | Photo by Tommy Coyote

Log 164
By Godric
By Tommy Coyote
Published Issue 101, May 2022

Firmly I feel
away from you.
U who
speak death and knead it.
Elders-of-Pain
sniffling & shipwrecked
Toters of shame,
Boasting wildly
from that nothing within
Wettin’ themselves
wearing its skin
We, chicken-wired fire
Gold-booted and arranged
Melting in the belly of our eyes
For a new dream
To slow dance again.
How quiet it is
this love, by you
how bludgeoned and blue
am i still,
looking
for any sign
in any room.
No movie rightly depicts
the hearts makeup
unchewed & untangled
like the chance we had
the reel we smashed
and knew it!
Baby got me on time
Never assuming he’d be late
Refuse the double-mind
O’ sacred energy of snakes.
Always knew the win,
never much the play
And though you’ve gone —
Love’s paid the rate.


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