Jasmine

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Fax machine buzz with an anemic rush  
Months late and propelled by animal choice  
As the bees stay close to the ground  
And the tents stay rolled up  
And the dirty dishes slide with the settling house  

My blue lights are on  
The room is screaming “Jasmine”   
And we’re settling with the walls too   
Out and in,  
Grinding numbers for the furnace 

Telling the pavement to rise   
And breathing deep,  
As tight as it’s been  
As idle as ever  
To rope up a Virgin Mary  

Sitting on the slab  
As expressive as she’ll ever be  
And when reeled in close, 
Only looking, only smells  
No teeth for tearing meat  

No hands for leverage  
Only a room screaming “Jasmine” 
And a solid breath in binary: 
White as limestone marble  
And running out like rain  

There’s peace in the streets again 
My bags are full of air,  
The chairs are leaning on the tables  
In coven hovels on the green 
Waiting with me
Posted Jun 20, 2018, 6:55 PM UTC