the one time I actually saw an owl.

did you hear me, when I spoke to you?

 

 

 

And it shows in the photo

of the rabbit, still.

Outside the crib

of osier twigs. Chasing, chasing,

forever chasing an

illusive new form.

Remember me always

as the one whom legacy

is bequeathed.

Where the brownish

stool ran down as emphatic

rivers, to puddles of the

drowsey dawn. There was

a man who poisoned his

family with chocolate in

the thirties, only to sing

and ache in the sugar sky of

guilt. This world wasn't yours

for long, nor does it breath now.

Flew away as an owl might,

loosening its buttery wings before

the barn swings cold;

since I made you up

as I would a rich poem. Only

this time the orthodoxy was

this severe.

 

Ask Moses about pain,

I was told, which cant be

substituted in the end

for words on stone.

Reviews

[Corset]

One of the ten commandments, my particular favorite one to break obviously, thou shalt not covet. (an that includes dented mustangs, mavericks and chariots of fire)

[Emily B]

ask moses, but don't ask Job

Phibby Venable wrote that poem once.