Archive for May, 2018

Myth-day,
he walks
through rain-soaked
streets
coated in deliverance,
drained
of chances,
relieved of
sentimental freedoms.
Improbable nights
punctuated by
mocking, razor-close
insults
spur his deliberate
pain,
crated and shipped
to tender 3am
howl-sessions.
He runs
naked,
races
angels-in-high-heels.
Buys
his last heart beat
w/buffalo nickels
and mythic faith.

(originally published in my 2nd book of poetry, Native Instincts by Sun Arts Press)

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