Poem: Bus

Skies pass this bus

Watching scenes bloom blot

Thoughts hip-skip, double-dip and dutch 

Pursed hearses lip snag, you’re it, tag

I want to put down this shield 

Blend in the air,

Swim in the fields 

Feel the touch of a hand

Feel a kiss that makes my knees bend

Head rush and flush

A coronation of leaves

Autumn’s breasts heave

I want your heartbeat to deafen my body


3r1c 11 C0at3s

(October 21, 2023)


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