entering into legend
like an origami bull
is much different
than entering into life


to leave a light behind
begin by sipping
little bits of moon brine


ham and oysters
and turpentine words
in a crayon miasma–
a matador makes a mistake


most house skeletons
become bone slides
in time

3 responses to “Catacombs

  1. A terrific poem. Don’t think I’ll ever be a legend but if I do get there I’ll look for the origami bull.

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  2. Origami legend!

    take cape in hand,
    sweep the dirt.

    Bull horn,
    Moon horn.

    No jumping out of the way.
    Filled with turpentine
    and salt brine …
    We are the skeletons in our closets.


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