Bones

Listen to voices in my fingertips
To know all your nicknames
And that's probably what saved me

I am just as vacant, I'm never famished

Smallness upright, losing on third try
Enormous rocks for enormous holes

where the river isn't and you die
No one lives for auctions
Get big at the expense of a felon

Used up candles in fantasies
A fake river on this train
Countless languages eliminate many

I spit blue on my hands nothing breaks
Pandemonium—funny losing you here
By streetlight as by moonlight

An example is diamonds, or bones

Copyright © 2008 John Godfrey All rights reserved
from City of Corners
Wave Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission