Glaucous

I walked a violated mile
down by Kathleen’s with the north wind.
The blood red sky gushed
down like a livery sedative in my brain.
It cups the peaks, folds the final shore line:
a new free state
after the great wars
of eroticism.
I followed the bare knuckles of a frustrated night
I came across a cross roads
and as I watched her flying by
I was shot

but I didn’t die.

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