What Kind of Trouble: Page Eight

HTML Poem by Mary McCray

(July 2021)

The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground First Stanza: The book is still stable in ashes and shreds. >>> The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground Second Stanza: How much is occupy and emotional stealth? >>> The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground Third Stanza: Is it snowing yet on the flowers? Has the snow finished scrolling >>> The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground Fourth Stanza: like gloopy goop. There’s been a markup on the signal. >>> The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground Fifth Stanza: As we get closer to the core of the machine of dreams, >>> The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground Seventh Stanza: and then I fired it and now I’m memorializing it >>> The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground Eighth Stanza: nothing truly does revolve around you. >>> The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground Ninth Stanza: its metal rake slicing through the shore rocks, all in my chest >>> The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground Tenth Stanza: with bugs. O Pioneer selfie, the horse has left the barn >>> The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground Last Stanza: where the heart of things seeps in and dries out. >>> The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground The page is the ground

Predators, fishermen, hack(h)ers in dark alleys,
but then love from a small corner far away
streaming through like tears.

 

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