Collaboration with Aytch Rae
Seagulls squabble in squall of seaside rain
Reality-bit, thunder-struck, forehead marked by goose egg
Midmorning mist mingles with mighty horses mane
Shocked to collapse, unable to stand on last leg
Cresting waves wipe away tracks, wash sand rearrange each grain
Couldn't stomach the betrayal, thought he'd had her pegged.
Elementary break up after kickball pegged.
Puddles filled with paper boats he wouldn't be driven in by rain
Inside for lunch, pb and J on crustless whole grain
Kindergarten romance sealed with ring from quarter-bought egg
Playground wedding dance the Hokey Pokey, shake a leg.
Tossed gravel, playground artillery. After recess test capital of Maine.
Now grown, toys forgotten. Only a sly boy's grin remains
glories in morning, can't get enough of Peg.
wrapped in smiles and miles of legs
Cowboy hat and plastic guns, used daddy's belt pretend reins
Sunshine soaked sheets, love-scrambled like breakfast in bed eggs.
Wastes work days at a desk, genuine imitation wood grain
Led his people from war to growers of cattle and grain.
Ruled with righteous hand. Died with long whit mane.
Delirium seeps through pores, fever hot enough to fry an egg.
Plan-making to take the demons down a peg.
Prophecy proclaimed him king. Strength allowed him to reign
Mattress pinned monsters: claw-footed bed legs
Down some wine, soothed by swirling legs
No one left to stand tall. To stand against the grain.
How many years will it take to rebuild from King George's reign
Voices scream slogans. Left and Right. No middle to remain.
put uncertainty away with the booze and hang glass on its peg.
Grating waiting madness, don't chicken-count an egg.
Evil twin so bizarre. Can't believe they shared an egg.
Soul-conjoined, but at life's fork chose different legs
One a square hole, one a round peg.
Sweeping down hillsides muddied silted and grainy
Rivulets grow and rage gather and unite. Become the main
With practiced patience the desert waits for next hard rain
Walking on eggshells, a habit ingrained:
bootleg paranoia picked up from my main
man. Unpegged by tension better ease up on reins.
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