Against the elm
that spun its rumor
up and down the block
one afternoon
your bike leaned
like a drunk
among others
a pearl of sweat
on the handlebar
Your hero that summer?
The kid who climbed
the streetlights
and shattered them
one by one
with his baseball bat
Hair in the armpits
like weeds
in a vacant lot
Tyranny of tight shoes
your bones
stretching like a cat
at dawn
You bowed
to the crown of blood
your foot
pierced
by a rusty nail
you bowed to the stars
that came out
like shy students
and took their places
You bowed
to the warm shoulders
of desire
nudging you
like a brother
in the dark
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This flowed perfectly and the images were sharp and outstanding. I'm pissed that I didn't discover his works sooner. So much to be learned by reading this material.
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