giving stuff away

i caught his echo behind my lips
and swallowed him. we exploded
from the rivers to the little
broken straw. our sinlessness
ricochets down hwy 6. satellites
whirled across the sky. our home
will be made in warren county.
we have heard the bells. breathe
out jesus, buddha and hell. beat
our drums in a chaotic harmony.
cattails hide our appetite. city walls
dissolve behind boundaries of
pines. we will be crippled and
mended. teach, and be taught
ways of warren county. waltz
like slow rolling stones in a
sermon on the mount. everyone
is dead or dying but i’ve broken
no bones. my intentions are his.
maricopa amputated the spirit.
we follow the wind as we were
born, back to warren county.

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