2/17

Some say your eyes are charcoal Georgia

some say siren some djinn

I don't say Georgia

it isn't for me

I don't have a bone in my body

the unquick have a habit of loitering Georgia

a bad one I willn't say otherwise

it seems to get them through alright

don't know what they see in it

as if they're awake what is wakefulness Georgia

with the silencer on what is silence Georgia

someone around here will know Georgia

somebody ought to know something

The house next door has gone tattletale gray

its chimney a jigsaw of mortar and frost

threadbare nay barren

crash tested Georgia

rapunzeling up on a fidgety draft

the pine straw to flicker and parry

and the eglantine to wither Georgia

and snowflakes tatter the shutters Georgia

like flak from a showdown in Kelvin air

"L'attente commence quand il n'y a..." Georgia

"...plus rien a attendre, ni meme la fin de l'attente"

that nothing come between us Georgia

but me

and you

and the hollow between

I prune your buds

unbutton my ribs

pot you inside like a bonsai Georgia

buddha napping in tiny shade

buddha at rest with an almsgiving bowl

it's ailment vs. ailment Georgia

I won't let you go it alone

you and your poor man's briar patch

and your ne'er-do-well well well

Heat lightning daubs the collodion hills

and a howling

and how close

how close to the bone does it get Georgia




-Andrew Zawacki
Petals of Zero
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