Capital q Poetry
Poetry from the fellow Trent Bellwood
4/28/14
Overbreath
Each facing of a diamond:
The door left open
Esophagus' chasing
The scent in the air
Broth in the head
To drain into the bin
Out through the neck
He's leaning forward
In a legless chair
Wind passing lullabies
Stratospheric; thin
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