Tra Yin A Gayn
Last May Or This Jan,
Two Sowzin An Flan
(February 10, 2023)
tha albow hœrt
tha æye look bæd
i hear græt tœwshi
in ma hæd
all ‘em bœt/ry
she reaz so fine
hang from float tree
for a tine
she leen-gua franz-ka
proo fo sho
flecksin masol
to an crow
evry bœm
dee zerv a pic
go ow sigh
an blay wiz stik
kill tha skeemas
crush thæm bots
be ya heero
don get kaughts
dandy lyin
eat it oft
put a artis
in za lœft
hyoo can wrap it
or a box
boxer put it
in hi-s-ox
my wife one tol me
that i ain’t
supposed to wear
brown belt with black shoes
but i din listen
and to this day,
i still pяayin the pяize
i balance days upon nights
between my agile bony fingers
like precarious pebbles
sustaining their frenzied syrupy bonds
in distant yolky sunsets
is there an e in naye?
or just in neigh?
eleven hours, that’s a long
workday
in this snowy twilight
stay
that sits at the end
of a dissipating mythic centaur/y
that has naught yet
bee gone
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