Half Tepid
A Poem

Text in the form of Elephant then swallowed by a lot of yellow paper An immersion of sense the pins and needles of gory dreams forgetting and trying to bathe But the immersion is a myth itself only halfway committed to walking certain lines without pushing the golden speed bump up again You went to learn how to eat a door to take on a gate inside Lifting gigantic cucumbers to the shoulders of the road has taken till nightfall and nobody sees us in the ditch Running into another seeding another competition for the affection of just one the devolving anger prepares to harangue the rest of the marbles that stayed
J.D. Harms 2020





