wasteland trees
I'm not interested in your trashnor your treasure, not interested in layers of abandon
like so many mattresses stacked at the side of the road,
so many princesses looking for their habits,
so many pressures on the skeletal leaves,
so many looks to bend and flap
so many wounded roots and saplings downtrodden
my love downtrodden
gets under your nails
the forensics are undecided
as to how exactly this seed became something more
how the cells manipulated into tears
how the wounded prince stalked the highways
how the look of layers decomposes
into a matter of time
posted by Cathy @ 7:31 AM
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