Poem: Flower In Diary

Recently published in Boyslut. To see the other four poems it was published with, go here:

http://boyslutpublications.com/2013/06/02/chris-crittenden-five-poem-series/


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Owl


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Flower In Diary

fingers accost
mildewed bliss,
a derelict text

of must and grime,

hopscotching
like sad sandpipers
through shrouds of frogeye,

clinging

to zests of X,
elations of O,
avoiding shapes like bell jars,

or The Cross.

they pause on a flat insect,
its bluebottle
cerulean guess,

and then six flips later
a trumpet
blares its mane--

petal roaring
on the disintegrative
line:

delicate
yet timeless
touch-me-not,

do not
for i dwell in the desert
of the crucified.




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