2 Poems

shade

that horseplay that        fooling around I grab        stranger Cain grapple flaunt      that weed clamp that beef       pack meat food        peculiar       heap practice            way most         either those         who gobble        divvy it       prefer to leave the job to another inkle                        fry it Abel lest upside                    yo head scramble       banish       choke hold fallow     get        busted Sodden and lean pretender on the edge              of a phony              planet, but never              so much as when at              the ocean, I watch it rise              up out of the west,              emerging from the depth              of an indent              horizon, surf pressing the grey              sand, the dark face              of a furious wind strumming the tight              wired dawn, and              breathe, thereby, an              ether              narcotic precipitate.

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