April 5.
When my mouth goes round
Oooos come out cartoon clouds embarrassed
by my excess my beak long in its nest
a hiss the weave wind water rising
a screen whickered off the kitchen window
cracked then slid into the undergarden
I dissolved the pill on my tongue a cranky host
the rabbit king dissolved on my tongue
as tru la tru lala storms sang across the Salish Sea
tru la tru lala rabbits sang in the undergarden
when I was a girl I tried to fry an egg on the sidewalk
in a thick Spokane summer in the equinox I balanced
the same egg on its end or was it midnight hidden
in the lilac bushes the blue polished egg I rolled
in my mouth like my own little pow as the rabbits
watched their pink eyes twitching
posted by Radish King at 3:45 PM
5 Comments:
i rolled over in my mouth, inside my own mouth, where god polished me, a stone in my mother's rock tumbler, crashing round and round in the basement. some cracks become soft become sand, become water, become the breath we left behind yesterday, what we'll dig up tomorrow, on rebecca's cold beach.
Cold and windy but full of life.
"undergarden"
Yes. That is where screens go when they they whicker off of kitchen windows.
Ai ya, we all end up in the undergarden eventually.
ah, yes, full of life and growing things., i hope this poetry writing doesn't do me IN. i just posted for today. it's very ligth HEARTED. but still....
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