Sucking Stone
Awaiting a stone in need
To be discovered along the tortured road of darkness
Among the rocks and rubble by the asphalt engineered
Continuity of purpose laid out in utter despair as plain
The sour side of evening reaches blindly
With that and nothing in my pockets
Chance favors the mind prepared
In search for something on the ground that isn't there
Tattered dirty clothes move me along
Weathered ancient as I am
Itching everywhere
Weighed down by weather wet
Colder than the rain refrigerated
Bare footed, humbled
Aged like mushroom dust
Stranger to myself when I remember
Searching for the smooth stone to taste…. There!
I lick it first so mom might give approval
Though she is no longer with us any more
I stick it between the rotted teeth
The sucking stone has dried fermented
Brown and yellow matter
A thin layered substance clinging hard
Smooth stone is mostly round
With the flavor of earth and dirt
A sinuous indentation on the stone
Stares cycloptic like with its eye open
I think I love it and keep on sucking
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