Spinning Snake Sky to Ground

The deepest part of myself
is far shallower than the pacific ocean.

You will hear no wing flaps
because I never dream of flying.

Struggle smells like salty sweat
and sours as bacteria thrives in the wetness.

I am my own monster
hatched from horrifying childhood experiences.

My sixth sense causes me to zero in on
all the road kill along US highways.

By the time I reach the Texas border
I am melancholy.

By the time I reach the Oklahoma border
I root for every tornado.

I find solace in those things humans fail to control.
I find them irresistible.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

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