In my warm chest
I built a cooling globe.
In my cold chest ribs
Burned. All around the world
Is a ridiculous saying
To have been.
Bones blush like a square wheel.
I dirty the bulb with a tone of shade
Unrevealed. I mean
Not previous. Impervious.
Congealed.
(When I was a kid, when we would take long family drives through the Texas countryside
Ranchers would have been seen to have shot coyote, and draped the bodies
Over the barbed wire that doomed their cattle to comfort and fear.
I saw them and yes I did and yes I said "draped"
So strange it seemed that buzzards wouldn't eat them
Or just maybe
I'm too fragile
To be clear...)
I built a cooling globe.
In my cold chest ribs
Burned. All around the world
Is a ridiculous saying
To have been.
Bones blush like a square wheel.
I dirty the bulb with a tone of shade
Unrevealed. I mean
Not previous. Impervious.
Congealed.
(When I was a kid, when we would take long family drives through the Texas countryside
Ranchers would have been seen to have shot coyote, and draped the bodies
Over the barbed wire that doomed their cattle to comfort and fear.
I saw them and yes I did and yes I said "draped"
So strange it seemed that buzzards wouldn't eat them
Or just maybe
I'm too fragile
To be clear...)
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And no, I'm not alright. But hey, I could be dying: it could be worse.