they called it madness
god knows why
and that only comes once
every eight or ten years
left with the fog
june had turned to a series
of draft protests and sin
holding this job the subject looking for the one cracking in
egg of madness
that would make sense of it all
married a local

my eyes and her mouth

and it was here
knew it yesterday morning when I got up and heard the mysterious sound
down the gutters
smelled the salt tang of the fake ocean from my visions
nine miles from the nearest beach

knew spring had come again.

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