The poems the world left behind
ii
you awake
and put away the pen and take to the air
a caboose tied at your waist filled with a locket of words
vellichor, petrichor, apricity, and the noctivagant
a kerfuffle of mad vocabulary dream with online dictionary ease
scratch at your forehead as love dies hard in the mouths
of the awkward aquiver in the streets alas, you said
take the sand in your heart and the dark in your lungs
where words wing tigers circling the street lamp, gut it all
in the morning, as your cat gifts you the dead of the body
of a mouse left at the foot of a bed, your socks and broken phone
purr as the dawn dissipates an approaching stack
of poems left in a leaf pile to leave the world behind
and burn
