1st Communion
by Johnny CrimsonWe apologize
for ever breathing.
Like the failing limbs
of mice
crushed beneath colossal buckets,
we are sincerely helpless.
Scatter-field the the baking corpse
as the songbird throws out his voice.
We rest
still in the afterglow
of elm tree lit sidewalks
with peeping eye-hole orifices.
Penetrate the ragged with torn ellipses
and daisy chained bicuspids.
To ignite in the rear view
where everything is closer than it appears.
Do this in memory of her.
06/21/2012