Wednesday, April 8, 2020

corona 13.

corona 13.
finished with clocks my time stopped morning shook its gold fist at my sloth ticktock Rebecca now the parable of Night Nurse and Bitter Angel crawls sideways across the blue carpet howl yes make your god blasted noise at gravity’s sweet lack ticktock Rebecca where are your steady shoes opaque yellow stockings run now run Rebecca calla lily collided her thick rhizome through your mouth into your lung as you slept rise now now drink from the trumpet spathe the basal leaf cleaved against your whelp heart now is your time run Rebecca run across the sea salt meadow through the bullfrog palace the blown cattail the blackberry thicket the blackbird’s bright underwing wake up Rebecca wake up run against the world’s cold brass mouthpiece its last frozen spring

4 Comments:

Blogger Ms. Moon said...

No words.

April 8, 2020 at 9:20 AM  
Blogger Radish King said...

(((((❤️Marymoon❤️)))))

April 8, 2020 at 9:48 AM  
Blogger 37paddington said...

Wow to all of it but those last two lines slay me.

April 8, 2020 at 7:33 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...

Thank you I’m so glad you’re still reading here dear Rosemarie 🌹❤️

April 17, 2020 at 7:38 AM  

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