Saturday, September 30, 2023

Crooks 'n Books

i hid in the golden gate
with a stack of words & a
fountain of birds 
filled with black ink

songs about killing
songs about doves
songs about crooks
and the books that they love

i got tied up, wised up & fried
by the light
by the crying jags of time
where we slept in the weeds

wrote a river of trout that clotted the violence of men
wrote a season of hymns from the sorrows we hide in our head

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