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shoulder blades are wishbone wings

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hipsterfaust

Published: Jul 24, 2012

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Literature Text

the wind has switched
your startling eyes your
sterling throat its
starling notes

i've sinned and hitched
a stolen ride on
your carved lungs their
starving boats

lashes lash your
tarnished cheek the
tears it leak has
turned flesh stone

clash/ed clavicle i seek
the key to broken
collar bones

the cage was locked i
asked the way
picking ribs and
pricking limbs

a heart within a
dimpled crib
of scar tissue and
eyeglass rims

your soul was sewn with sparrow marrow
your life was pushed with daisy-rings

your knuckles knobby
bits of lamb
a puppet pulled on sinew-strings

just a man.
i am, i am
what's left of you lies still and sighs

beneath my hand
you stand and twitched
your pulse/d throat
your startling eyes

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