thunder follows

embracing the buoyant & almost flying
to hell with the timing i wanna let go

bird in hand searching for aqua vitae
your radio flyer sears past my redbud

what will confront when i open my eyes?
your tailfeather flicks your ride lites

if i greedily claw you off your wagon
grasping you'll toss me off underside

flashed open in a lightning bare moment
crushed like eggshell under your wheels.


  1. your poems are always so visceral. i read them and am in that moment you create down to my guts. thanks.

  2. aw, thank you, that is super nice to hear.
    don't stay in this particular moment for too long, though.

  3. These are words to grip the heart and not let go until the last painful image has faded from the mind's eye.

  4. A bird in the hand is worth something or other - I forget, but I'll drink to that.

  5. a bird in the hand's worth two in the bush. er. redbud.

  6. Rooibos?

    No, wait... a sled? Rosebud!


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