Another poem. I had a dream where I was walking down the street, and everyone starting falling apart around me. I’m pretty sure that is where this particular poem has come from.
Marching along its concrete guts
rags fluttering on flagpoles of rib
bones jut through a threadbare coat
a parade of rotten clothes hangers
peeling off a nose, a cheek, a tongue
a bouncing eye and tar-streaked lung
split lips bleed smiles
as unhinged jawbones swing
a morning here in it’s belly
eaten away in tightened bowels
we sing our songs of waste and wasted
and dissolve
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