Broken Bottle

Skipped out
stone tension
family tradition
grudges and mayhem


Removal
apples and trees
genes and a belt
soil and roots
Grafted Oak
for whatever reason


broken bottle
holds no booze nor milk
callous hands and heart
in just the right spots
I soul ate
burrp
my k-9's see
and bite deep
hearing the cotton
violent voice
this is where I sacred
pushed away
pulled to paradise


broken bottle
over my head
scadaddle
spoons and ladles
ringing in my ears
accompanied by circles of angels
one stuck
sow burr
pretty strong
broken cycle
broken bottle