blood shadows oils (for later)

November 8, 2008

In the upper peninsula of Michigan

blustery state road 2 you must go.

it’s quite common to drive over

deep blood in the snow/a dead buck or doe.

just as felines must fall & fill gutters

South of there, all over.

deep blood in the snow.

With the people of upper Michigan

it’s common they’ll drape over,

& tie up their meat

off the back their battered trucks

and freight it home to their freezers

for later.

 

Here in Southwest Florida

on the way to work

it’s uncommon…

(I called out “Oh my God”)

it’s uncommon to drive over…

(I Killed an alligator)

I was light on sleep and late for work

All in a dream’s dread, in my headlights

I called out “Oh my God”

 

still when I left working,dark in the dawning

(I left It for the taking. It was gone.)

Still were spilled shadows. most, it was gone.

 

Lost. home,what would save me?

milk cream & alcohol

Nor Down on my knees

under Art on a wall;

Oils spilled on

empty space clean

I Know is for all, from All

(I called in “Oh my god”)

stains for a dream.

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