THE UNPUBLISHED POET REJOICES IN HIS OWN CONDITION

run off water

 

“Just look over your shoulder.” The Four Tops

 

There is a ladder leaning against the rim of the world

I like to climb down into another body.

Shunned by the gods of printed books

I am happy standing over a pool of rain water

where the entirety of the  sky is held untouched by mud

in the palm of a open hand.

The miniature sun is there in perfection

and a mockingbird crossing that round sky is shitting

in flight!

 

 

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