Know thy ledge
under the stand
under the stand
crawling & falling
built of nerve
in asphalt sweating
murderous curves
by a swerving hand
I bit the farm
and bought the dust
from a blue collar
and bought the dust
from a blue collar
nose-to-the-grind
approach adjusting
approach adjusting
eyes over sand
took a toke on the curb
and witnessed a worm
as it squirmed to the berm
as it squirmed to the berm
through a gold ear tomb
and a cold beer womb
I smoked all my bugs
at the capstone rate
of a pale horse game
I smoked all my bugs
at the capstone rate
of a pale horse game
placed late in the shade
with chthonic names
carving chronic pains
carving chronic pains
in gainful stain
some public trust
from the upper crust
and a tongue for straw
tightly wrapped in law
my sunk cost salt
is stuck to the midst
of a roundabout split
where the shadows choke
on their sunlit yoke
I am smuggling tort
through circuit court
bleeding cortisol
bleeding cortisol
to piss wherewithal
on the paper trail
of a caper fail
I’ve lost all trace
in this stillwater place
crossing sand
with adjusted eyes
with adjusted eyes
beaming & dreaming
with a mindful edge
that knows thine ledge
now overstanding
this understanding
faith & nerve
in buying the swerve
that bites the hand
to feed the land
where I am witness
to the worm
as it squirms
to the berm.
Powerfully penned, Benjamin. Another excellent write full of clever wordplay my friend. Nicely done. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian