Monday, 18 March 2024

THE CEMETERY SQUIRRELS




time is hallucinating
in the fever ether

& again
i cosplay a person

boots on / face out
meat tower saying morning

draped in stitched cotton
& zips

~

the cemetery squirrels
run from their tails
in the thick grass & tall stone

& i rest under trees
where the sky cannot see me
the warplanes
stay away
in my phone








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