#Poem squirmy dog-land

In the squirmy dog-land of mud & leaky boots
I slept an age
cold & hungry for a hug
& a hand
to touch & drag me from clogging stickiness

I waited from waking ’til afternoon
like a child fed on hope & American movies
& ate vegan sausages
& pressed my mouth into wet soil

Do you know how old & crystalline
you have become?
I’ll play the angel
in my bastard way
& you’ll put effect before cause –
but whatever was
is
in my head
in a box
Do Not Open

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