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by Tom Goss

the lepers
of disinformation

the hungry
harried
heavy soil

fecund
and waiting

wandering toes
squishing the dirt
of the past

icy eyes
underneath
a frozen hello sky

morbid curses
cried out in the middle
of a monsoon nightmare

weightlessly erupting like furniture
dropped from orbit

peace and whispered kisses
shaped like earlobes

hearing unfulfilled desires
glide and splash like ancient coins
dropped into long-forgotten wishing wells

I am overgrown
with the landscape
of future disasters

this caricature
of humanity

a patchwork scarecrow
leaking vintage ruminations
like old straw from dilapidated pants

like steady trains
from stations departed

a deep octave
that chugs along
pulling hearts

and leaving those
behind with the sounds
of robust machinery

and the sight
of billowing smoke
in the distance

the passage of time
hiding in the clouds
high above

folded against
her beating chest

like the locket
of his hair

that sings
a song of consolation

a blossoming
love symphony

that even transcends
the way the horizon
seems to float away

like a zeppelin
filled with only goodbyes

11/01/2020

Author's Note: Music and Spoken word version on my youtube channel: https://youtu.be/WG3g3fQI_9Y

Posted on 11/01/2020
Copyright © 2020 Tom Goss

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