The Heart Two Suit Sizes Small

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The Heart Two Suit Sizes Small

#1 Post by Bernie01 » 02 Jul 2017, 03:20

Heart Two Suit Sizes Small

The lunch truck lost a Michelin star,
a lunch a lunch wagon in the open,
no cover from rain over vacant men
holding rice and Mexican sandwiches,
beyond a kerosene lamp a slow dark
begins with an idle purpose.

Never Care For What They Say,
Never Care for Games They Play.*


Varnished dogs for sale on a shelf,
plaster mother of Jesus statues, too.
Broken clock with only one hand
like a soldier wounded in his sex.

Dark just beyond the kerosene lamp,
automobiles on blocks with no tires,
cracked bench with only one arm rest.
A rooming house colored heavy cream.

Your legs under a metal moon, rouged
lips holding a cheroot, full oval mouth
like a winning peach at a garden show.

I want a change of address.
To join the owls and woodcocks bunched
and calling from sea green avocado trees.

I want a fresh start, an open heart,
new clothes, time for us without pressure,
the burden of old grievances and harms.

I want you back. The nudge of a far away
whistle like a woman whispering a secret,
the dry water fountain, a broken pedal.

The moon shinning as though like me
it has no real work. And work?

17 years on a production line, then layoff.

Better luck next time.


*Metallica
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