10-24-10

id like to

not remember

all the people

dressed as trees and telephone poles

sprinting away

sprinting away

from your mothers aluminum casket

nine times out of ten

it filled with your own flesh and blood

but in this day and age

its filled with me

sinking in my cloak of muzzles and smoke

thinking about

how birds always know

when and where to go

id like to not remember

5:17

5:17

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A lot of hidden story in this poem. Each line with strength and purpose. The poem made me think.
"how birds always know
when and where to go
id like to not remember"
The above lines stood out. A outstanding poem.
Coyote