“Roses on the Wire”

let’s try another lifeline
swing the attic lifetime
hand pattern
skin fluxus
tribal
swan flight
braille

see
shaman apostles
in the mountains of Russia
watch
roses on the wire
boiling
w/ the herbal
sun juice

choose another island
the island hopping’s done
the inland awaits
wasted in your hand
that’s beautiful
half-starved
in the rising sun
of high rise
uninviting
blankness

stuck out of the window
plume
of
broken wings
the unmatching key
the choir of icons’
false note
the beggar turn
of the mirror

let’s try another tuning
do some dissolving
evaluate
the bodhi
in us
to make it work and smile
for raindrops

where are you really
where does your really lead to
is your highway crowded
w/ the phantom cats
present?
does its one empty lane
east continuously
bright?

in the wastelands of Russia
lives a famous man
dark
space
poppy enchanter
a man whose words
you should heed
shake hands w/ his makeshift eyes
lick
primitive
fluid bone

there’s not enough water
to fill in your parks
& the ink’s spilled red
in larks’ dangling throats
they sing
of
utopian
tomorrows
like Stalin
or Nebraska

so choose another island
pour me in
do me over
stir the shaken impostor
the word-clown
blunt mojo
faker

drive me away
oh, please
baby, I need a
savior

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