underneath

*

today I am milking stars from my bones

in the clink and clank of the coffee shop

i don my diving bell of dreams and sink

under the chatter

imperceptibly

only true jedis can get under the tiles

while a bus wheezes and the man to the left sneezes

and the city breathes its dirty secrets loudly

into every ear and the homeless man groans

I go deep beneath the city streets

under their hot grumbling drone

beneath the mumbles and moans

digging deeply into dirt and stones

inhaling the marrow of fallen sparrows and 

quiet bones

I paw freely into earth's belly with bare hands

scavenging ravaging

feathers death blood fur shit claws sand

I press into the silent pulse

then raise my head for air --

a blink is all you see on the surface of my 

soft stare

these words tangled in my hair

I return

and reach for my coffee

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artwork by hans haveron