Our twigs (just in case)
by Simon Brown
Just in case
just in case the hollow
of the hollow
the small hollow in the smaller snow
of the back
with a shiv
better
to puncture our pool on
not really a floor no
puddle forms
it is too cold up
in here
to the left and further
with two twigs
is what it means
just in case
you think
with mouth of the mouth
in dust of intimate parole
just in case a shiv
with us to puncture
you purchase silky garbage bags
with means of dust to say
this moist dust sticks
to the mouth
is how we gather together
to retch up silks and
all our
twigs are crossed
means and ready
Our twigs (just in case) is out of print from The Blasted Tree Store
Featured by The Blasted Tree: March 9, 2018
Simon Brown
Contributing Author
Other works on The Blasted Tree:
Our twigs (just in case) by Simon Brown is a Blasted Tree original poem
Edition of 50 longsheets published in Canada
Feature image from Michigan Trees by Charles Herbert Otis, 1915 (courtesy of Project Gutenberg)