Library of fevers

Of ochre syllables hatched in mullen

Cloaked in shortleaf needles stroking sedition

Shivers with your words

Don't be feeble when the trailer tilts

That rascal moment when Ozark moons drip periwinkle

And log trucks tumble at ridgetop

Somewhere schoolteacher's ass is bared

Night is drowned in green light

A rooster silenced

One pale beep breaks unheard over

Earth about to miss its turn

David Thomas Roberts (September 8, 2004, Walnut Creek, CA)

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