A sign of muddy remains
Strung upon gray siding
Left each worker dripping
Toiling in the rain
And upon one row of scaffolding
Lay thinly cut pieces
They had strewn, discarded
Grown careless, much less neat
Due to rain soaking each their layer
Upon their day so laid.
Tag: muddy
Afternoon Clover (day 2170)
Afternoon, Clover
Bring me Yellow, forever
In tunes leftover
Imagining another
Toes dipped into
Running water
Reflection’s gone
On muddy shores
Of afternoon, Clover.
Muddy Angles (day 1724)
Did you lose your angle here
When I was cornered, silent
Was I a walking flamingo
Stuck against horizon.
Slipped and worn
A shaggy mane
Hostile against the wind
Could you use yesterday’s start
In muddy swamps of y’or.
Drying Grime (day 1591)
Loser my integration
Chop all my hair off
And crawl around muddy
With a holey umbrella
Crackling at Gods
Who have tormented
Mute city sidewalks
Just as lame bullywicks
Who discard butts
Like scabs they
Incessantly pick at.
And sweep drying grime
Across squished bananas
To make a heart beat
Again tomorrow.
The Art of Forgetting (day 1035)
Even visitors don’t bring lost songs
As they wipe their muddy shoes
At my open doors.
Like angels losing faith
I roam from here to you.
Along my back door, trails:
Straight out from here,
Switch crossing deeper into the woods.
I catch your disguise
Lost in my naked eyes.
Because I don’t know the answer.
I don’t know why we laugh
At birds feeding hungry.
I don’t know why I hear you
When you think long and
Deep into hollow’s eve
Flickering against the softness.
To catch me is your effort I praise;
Perhaps my missing piece,
My soul’s mate.
But long dropped baskets
Keeps staring at me.
Projected Innocence (day 800)
I’ve lost a thought in memory
Rolling around in the dirty grounds
Muddy and scarred with obsolete treasures
I HAVE NOT PLANNED FOR YOUR HAPPINESS
This isn’t my sacred song
Dusted off as I pass over bridges
Projected innocence, searching and unmoved
I am within, locked but open
Clawing my way towards rivers edge
Forgetting the words to my only song