huckleberry solace

Sao Paulo, 10.03.14



And still she crawls like a shadow disgruntled 

hushed and collared with a cone

skinny-eyes and gleaming, wavering

dwindling for bone.

"I've never been to Tokyo."

(Grunge, ripe as day, like fickle alleys,

stray; finches, huckleberries)

"Nomad, it's here we live."

I'd know Tokyo!

(Kin, guards, like mountains

in callous arm

for poets live.

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