Another Delirium

Who will wear the turkey crown

for the people coming home for Christmas?

come home

 

the words written in the dirt

of unwashed winter vehicles

on poorly lit routes

could they show the way?

(no)

 

I have no industrial past

I’m just some kind of penis

 

grief as mental illness

mental illness as grief

 

you lost tribe

man your crannogs

woman your canoes

shoulder your loving

 

hey you damned

get ready for the fever

of your revelation

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