Consecutive Dreams
1
fourteen outa the venturi each side
pretty on the end like target slugs
it was easy but it bled
like ripping feather dusters
by their roots
outa the nostrils
tight cellophane strapped
soft and so fuckin dumb
relieving the choked fuckin
shit it felt good
but how did that evolve from a lizard scale
2
slithered from tennis court to church
reptile nostrils twitch empty
great warriors rip each other to bits
they put their best clothes on
rush like ants
shove each other valiant wadding
and wait for platelets
they do not know anybody
I lick their tiny window
they never seen a lizard like me
Philip White
photo of Tailem Bend church at top by Philip White
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