Idlewave

They did well in sexual and crystallographic earth,
with their expressions and dialects ad hoc.
'be your own shit'
'never piss into the wind'
it is a light conversation we hash, intensified by drums
startled then trampled by a thirty key detailed roll in the hay,
its the type of motion, its tidal wave from a role in the bay but now its a darker wave or as he asked disaster?

poem by Jerome Moore
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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