OH, HELPER IN MY DREAMS
This is the folded branch
my prescribed other songmaker
my incited to violence
picking through dog fur for nits.
I’ve refused the pure
praying of nests
because nothing happens in them
that I can make out (my problem).
Snapped notes
out of the falling air
without cursing the air
keeps it going
in that going keeping it
going nothing limbed but fluid
tapping and going
to that high-pitched tapping.
MORE WORK BY SCOTT INGUITO
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