MY LIFE IN CONCRETE WEPT
im walking in the concrete while it's wet
because I need to see where my life should be set
catching lonesome clouds
trying to not be afraid
someones trying to paint them grey
folded my sheltered crested wing
above a voiceless choir trying to sing
you laid under a daughters love
she laid just above
no headstone
just the moss
no written verse
no conversation on the gods
each night stretched by others skin
I weep inside the missing thing
wooden feet
splinters across a map while it sleeps
lifted from the resting chair
you fall upon a sailing wreck
now broken the up on the friendly shore
they pick the bones
afraid in case they add some more
I beat this path
with a melting stick
licking dawns approving glance
and before I knew
THE CONCRETE SET
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