#poem of #poetry

Whistle at Sunshine Bats

Before line of vision,    I’d
                     already   press things
    to
    drive at drive—
   cheat a whistle
                  at the sunshine
           bats
  at beat on my lids  —before I’d woken.

                 air strips, stripped my eyes,
        Years’ posters,
sucked lack of luck      —Blue Dog—
of a shellfish cracker crack a of shell
of spell wall,   lit, rainbow spirals,
         and Blue Dog’s most famous,
which woke a joke of self-yoke.

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