DEBRA GIRARD

Upon Watching a Warren Oates Film

 

 

 

I feel the shovel

jabbed into the back of my neck

Nice, but you didn't quite make it

Try one more time

to dash my gourd off...

I can spit out the stars

the Milky Way if you wish,

while the scent of mungy dirt

perfumes the air

coats my nostrils

and flies as if it had grown

dusky brown wings.

 

 

  October 19, 2011 at 8:46pm  

 

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