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OX (Revisited){Again}
by Travis G Finborg
slipped into blinking screens
the silver glazed ox
grunts the gored ground
his horns shine sliver
related a sense of doorways
to rained out sunrises, I dripped
through this hole; this maw
to glimpse his muscular tantrum
while I surrender under fence
posts
a rust oxidized
my fear
I think I lost it. 04/22/2004 Author's Note: this poem never leaves me for some reason.
Posted on 04/22/2004
Copyright © 2024 Travis G Finborg
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