The shock of a thousand warm feathers
The stench of a lifetime in winter
The call that won't ever quite leave us
And drones softly on boards of rot
What slithers past blithely
But ne'er makes it back home
They call it white murder
Yet they call it just the same
Green rivers of Katuah
Bring brother back home
The ivy's still growing
The cars are all still the same
Rider and thinker, tinkerer and shame
Hunters still gather under roofs of mild charity
Falling mindlessly in love again
Giving no gander for bootless wanderers on thin ice
Ferns long forgotten shelter moss from raw son
Gravel leads vintners to horrifically sweet ends
Barkers beat effort on shelters of dark shame
Contrails of azure fall faintly on young pedals
Smells of the killing mix with cool breeze blossoms
Rarely does dimness bring redress
Twitching road rewind, shall Black Bear be my rest
Faint shadows and bean bags sow sullen coffee dreams
-b2
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