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"Thinking A Gift Gone"

 

There are those who heave it away fast

Some sordid place void of diamonds

Screams produce frantic shadows bitter with death

Ships rust in water, the iron raw from sea spray

 

A thousand elaborate moments recall Spring

Moon chained to mad chants hot with worship

An easy road trip under soaring smooth Goddess

White lather sweating pink fluffy headache

 

Essential drive pounding blue shine like rain

TV drunk and tongue wanting to moan cool language

Knife could meat smell blowing repulsive blood

Love floods their need out

 

Incubating the day about languid milk

Ask the fiddle and tell the rose

Why we watch the forest live

Ugly stares show my petals

 

Sherman R. Buck

December 20, 1995