The sickness sticks
from stem to stern
it thrives from shuck to jive,
a shambles dragging
deadweight through
the bright blue of
the livelong day
the depths of the intention
buried in the sediment
the one-way ticket
up and spent, breath to breath
all dust and dreck and slow
dying in dribs and drabs
clockwork and wet work and
this turning of the word
thick with breezy warm gloom.
The weeds are thick with wish and
worms in turn as each
dog takes its day and
these liminal bones
clack and thunk as
the socks come off,
the consequences left of
this service to the vast enchantment.
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