Wednesday, May 18, 2022

Purgatory Morning

Panthers stalking low to the ground

Rubies gleaming in the dark

Faces ripped from the library shelves

Places nouns and people leave their marks

Have you no teeth to chew this gum

to memorize the lines before the show

The junkyard cars rot there like plums

and big fish get caught in the undertow

Raisins thrown across the vineyard as if

to show that time passes here

the wine we drank was sweeter still than mirth

as if we are tasting all these minerals of the earth.