A short poem and an equally short reading video. All content written, shot, recorded, and edited by me.
Dawn will not
give you back
a greeting
and soft word
persuasion
is useless
as old shit
dropped down to
fertilize
nothing and
just covers
everything,
all slick and
pervasive.
As much as
I'd like I
can't help here.
You might try
shaking the
wind. Use the
teeth sitting
in your mouth.
Hold it there
till its hurt
is your hurt—
the same hurt—
till both hurt
like twilight
exuded
there when dawn's
head pokes through.
