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Neptune.4

no one knows where I am in the morning and I like that
set my periscope on breath of dreaming tyrants
                                                    heir to a forest
                                              do you mean fortune
      no I mean forest caressing wound of earth surrounding it
                             twelve trees is a forest these days
                                    clinging to dirt between
                      shopping malls                and banks
              everything gets caught clinging between
                          shopping malls and banks
                                ask your children
                                   what the new 
                                   moon requires
 

Credit


From While Standing in Line for Death (Wave Books, 2017). Copyright © 2017 by CAConrad. Used with permission of the author and Wave Books.

Author


CAConrad

Born on January 1, 1966, CAConrad describes himself as "the son of white trash asphyxiation whose childhood included selling cut flowers along the highway for his mother and helping her shoplift."

Date Published: 2017-10-02

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/neptune4