Undertow
Save me from this charged mound,
swirling in mundane cynicism's break
where styrofoam vultures circle overhead
and snap their beaks with convoluted grace.
Pull my flesh back,
and cauterize my need to wonder;
I know there's nothing out there anyway-
except the swallow of disenfranchised freedom
and innovated misunderstandings.
Replace these organs with the silt of
a sleepy eyed river,
so when it all finally flows
you can feel me between your toes.
Where you always wanted your
lover to make his bed.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
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