i have finally
mastered the art
of descovering
buried treasure.
when i was young
i was told not to go out
so i found myself in pieces
measure by measure
don’t ask me how
but it takes
a lot
of skill,
and now im mining in my own backyard
conjuring rubies at will.
my mother tells me its a joy
to find jewels when you don’t have any
but most people think its strange
all the boys in town talk me around
when im dressing down
sultry
parading this town.
the boys in town will talk of trade
and the mess i made
in the garden
shoveling dirt
at velocity of speed
never ceasing
always digging away
at the rotting
metallic
earth.
i gave in to :that’s what i was meant for as no answer you agreed
you almost agreed
but you kept taking back your words
so i keep on mining
until the day is through
and im no longer me
you, no longer you
just the faint aftertaste
of the summer dune
lolling on the tongues
of the late
monsoon—
rain.
rain is
washing away
and finally
I see it’s strange
and i look at myself back when i was 16
and think i was dreaming
and you look at me
sublime
I see it was strange
but its better
now
not scouring earth
to find the substitute
for your time.
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