Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Matt Margo

erase ahead

repeating roads fed in full
parking pump sobbing dead

that upset bucket brain amazed
knotted mind lying behind

the same lead head still hiding
some something of can’t and won’t

the worried drive-thru morning mourning
a puddle of years playing dumb

roadkill taking the time to change
to begin to be skin

never not a waste now
throat in side out

electric lawn feeling long
locked in screaming strings of space

blues waking to loud music
to a sure deceiving dance

a day swallowed slow

the night uptight

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