Dirtshirt

(older poem)





Rusted nails
of filth & art -
crust in shove
for earthen shake...

the covered knees
of toll & breach...

constellations
out to lunch.

This time is
choice & motion...
brooding hills
of wound & pride...

lackluster maze
of stone & sloth.

A salty slice
of yesteryear,
a dry sea
of dirt & feeding.

Dirty spike
of filth & heart,

rest in piece
of earth & wake...