CUTHBERT WAS A LITTLE SHIT 
by Colin James 


                        Sending out a notable breeze
                        this afternoon two thirtyish.
                        Pressures barometric and atmospheric,
                        a wave like crescendo
                        over water not among.
                        Sit as the sun suits you.
                        Chairs staked into the ground
                        not as necessary as you might think.
                        Tectonic crust, stratum
                        earthquakes, no none of that.
                        Slight roughing of the hair feathers.
                        Smile, show plenty of teeth
                        don't look away just yet.
                        Five foot six inches is too much
                        of fatalism's determination.

 

About Colin

Colin James has a book of poems, Resisting Probability, from Sagging Meniscus Press.........

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