Misery
The first misery was covered in tattoos
that made art find it's way into your
blood
made the shoulder bone stretch an
eagle's wing
as if looking for home and not a perch
the second misery was covered in mud
hard packed as if to grow something not
one single root wasn't exposed over the
years
not one cake on the boot would hid the
sprouting toes
the third misery was covered in saw
dust
enough to hide the surface of the
concrete
spilled with gasoline and beer and corn
syrup
and make it loosen the wakened sun in
the corner
the fourth misery was covered in water
deep and deadly with a smell of sulfur
when the hideous devil thought he'd get
even
all that was done with the misery
was wear against the air you've
breathed
and spoken with and smoked with it
was all out there like those words in
dreams
you don't even know you were using
-s.m.g.
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