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this is the inescapable gravity
he lived under
the swinging pendulum
dragged him lower kept him
inherently grounded tethered
to soil rock rotting trees the slender
fern and fungal caps nestled there
in the dark
no levity

it’s why we strive

for wings of wax jet-packs for blue
terry-cloth capes and garage roofs
with sturdy gutters
we crash-land phallus first
every time auguring holes
of individual depth and circumference
noses busted bloody hips fractured
spine cracked moaning only
to head off off-axis climb
the left-out ladder
when no one is looking
Posted 01/30/12
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