Liquid

by

Daniel Bradbury

Disaster, a preaching poet typecast miracle-Beat Box tragedy-Nothing for free always for me always always always for a bombastic beatific cost triage-Lucky strike for once in a while stuck in traction a mind in a full body cast-A car on the edge of a precipice road driving and swerving and spinning uncontrolably-Nothing changing nothing new nothing changed and nothing used-Capsized realligned broken back for the best of humanity-Useless rabies babies chewing on gnarly little roots churning in the rust bound clay soil-Like to try-Like to be mine forever and never-Pure nothing inside your fathomless totallity-Neutral corners where the blood puddles up like liquid silver in a hatters workshop-Little men crying for their rabies babies to come home to the challenge of living for home and compromise-Promise and compromise on a backboard of spinal fluid and bone markings-We’re all together in a world of dripping faiths and sweating glasses of luck-Sample my sad trials that seem so trite and petty and meaningless in hindsight like the little wars that have ravaged this little place we live and breed and multiply like aphrodisiac ridden rat mice-Little gnarly root chewers crawling through your drawers and cabinets to eat all your clothes and wrappings and leave you naked for the world to see all your nude glory and failings-Your reality as a member of the human race your naked beauty-Book beauty read looks and charm beyond the limited scope of your misfit eyes rolling around in their sockets to and fro like children in a sandbox-Lovely little things you can find in your pockets that surprise you with supplication in a time of need

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