YOU CAN’T SEE THE SKY FOR CONCRETE

by on November 17, 2019 :: 0 comments

… At times like these, I wish
The great slab
Of blue and
Horses’ manes
In the wind to
Descend
Their science
To landscape
And sculpture out
A space for living:

The pigeon cowers
By monuments
At times like these.

I pack my luggage
For something to do
At times like these.

Drink un-afforded white-horse spirits:
Imagining Mayans in all Levis
Swishing by…

At times
Like
These times.

editors note:

Our mental Mayans with nowhere to hide. Levis ain’t living space. – mh clay

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