sewn_to_all (sewn_to_all) wrote in subterraneans,
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To Canonnize You

Tarantula trees
Are waiting for the next
Motorist
To plunge into the nest.

The womanly curves,
Naked, watch o’er the sea.
Willows lean
With the winds fair breezes.

I’m here today
Or so it seems,
To canonize you
With thee
Unseen

Dancing blue on blue
The sky and sea; old friends.
See them tend
To the horizon’s mend.

The gulls hang on strings
Attached to God’s fingers.
Clouds linger,
A thin wispy turban

I’m here today
Gone tomorrow.
You canonize me
On rude
Hard roads

Feathers falling at my flat feet
Are hard, scarred and drier than leather
The Golden Eagle’s God cycle
Is taxiing toward graver weather
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