UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
i've no dandelions or poplars today
only this silver cross filed to a dagger in my fist
and thirty-two perpendicular contrails
suturing my brain.
the sky is stapled over blood-stained quilts and hog's heads
and i've stolen the clown's stilts.
the artists are all cunt-struck with
the ephemeral pus of immortality
the actors are
oxymorons genuflecting before wishing wells full of wishing wells
and most everyone else is
desiccated lama-spit on a fence post north of boise idaho.
i've stolen the clown's stilts,
gonna tap god on the shoulder
get him to pry his
lips off the
Justin Hyde has had stuff published in Thieves
Jargon, Zygote in my coffee, Cerebral Catalyst
and other on-line and print publications.
His blog is at http://fdostoev.blogspot.com
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