Friday, July 23, 2021

13,719. TO DUST A TREE LIKE A LIMERICK FACE

TO DUST A TREE LIKE 
A LIMERICK FACE
With capital stitches and some leftover
lace, the world grows lightly, a pretty
place. There's a value here even in garbage
and I've watched the artist climbing the
hills to retrieve tiny objects and stones.
History is not written by memory but
but men.
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Stevedores and freightliner guys. The
truck-stop whores patrolling the lot, while
small tyrants are fueling their rigs. Men
start to talk about where they're headed
or where they've been. I sit at a table
outdoors, with a coffee that tastes
like their fuel.
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Sometimes the world really is just cruel.

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