for a word

for a word

i eat so much silence for one wholesome word sandwiched between crippled syllables
that little by little i spied the river flowing under the turf
without lifting its hem
my drunken boots staggered
my accidental oscillation
my occidental oz
and torpor
land in the heat of the stage lights
uncared for and untended
o fill my hat with fat for that!
i entered without wings
i entered anyway
slumbering in my unfaithful
birthday suit
i signed my name in sand
in centuries of debris
in a constant departure
from cities and nature
i was drunk on nothing
and nothing was everything
it swallowed the light
the mountain ranges
the mire and the gold dust
in our eyes
and there were plenty of other
cargos too
many quotas bottled and tossed out
on the waves
these silver bones with great zeal
i wrote on the label
of a casket and threw it as far into time
as possible
and then i swallowed the sea
quietly
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Anthony DiMichele
PO Box 1061
Friday Harbor, WA 98250
Email: studio7@rockisland.com
Website: www.gallerymezzotint.comP