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