Under a Cherry Moon

by on January 11, 2014 :: 0 comments

I swallowed the seeds of my own
tongue & choked on words that never
had a chance to form roots, grow bark,
irritate a politician’s son to the point
he bought an ax & told his father a lie
that later would be picked up by hidden
media feed & echo like an earthquake
around the world.

editors note:

The seeds of myth, coughed up or squeezed out, are planted in a swallow – a hard bite could crack teeth. – mh

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