Sensing others near

And drunk nature is a spendthrift
for people like or alike not.
Who sees too much inside
those huts or those brick & hardwood
little scabs on those knees
spending so much all tends to fall
forward, to two people,
those monarchs upon the perch.
Even they have such struggle
eating for the morning’s gift
of predators alive now in the early
dark neutral killing yard.
What can’t die for its own calendar?
Those nice nothings alive now
in these the cowering testified
rocking chairs apart from those
old women and animals too verbose
for the morning to listen, for the night too close.


~ by Jeremy on April 30, 2010.

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