Clove Cigarettes


The crooked reach

of open arms, beckon

Come on Come on, limbs and all

Follow Follow

within our reach

the crowning root

eternal stretch

Was it like leaving

Check the dirt

Always here


With the living

Bark upon

Open doors

Cracks we cobble, open up

silt from our endless streets

belabour no malice in sediments of faults

Was it like Living

Dropping the stone

On the softest spots

Cracks will kneel

To canyons

As water falls

From open ducts


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