by Cody Lewis
The Concrete Chimera
On the corner of 3rd avenue & Yesler Way , secretly seattle, washington.
Must falling feel like concentrated frostbite
leaves into fossils,
Fed as tinder,
into oil drums.
The astray need
embrace.
A glass of warm milk
from a faraway kingdom
of peaches and cream
and jesters and kings.
The density sits upon them -
takes away
breath.
The knotted rope,
a venomous snake.
Petting, milking
its scaly hood enough,
To exchange alms.
Fellowship there is:
lending naloxone
to a stranger in need,
sharing ice cream
as sustenance,
living together -
copacetic in shelter blankets
letting collective warmth
melt reality - as is.
Brothers and sisters
of streethood bleed -
A blood thicker than
Fossil fuel and oyster liquor.
Organic bonds in a molecular gutter.
Believe what you may,
Say what you’ll say.
This grafted tree
is weatherproof -
Impervious to
a winter solstice
of someone’s scorn.
Roots growing as dendrites
into cracked pavement.
Opaque Fang
Opaque fang
feigns.
sincere:
dulls the point
to sheer
to dismiss
to ignorance.
Brute bled through,
ravaging ecosystems.
catatonia:
root rotted,
cocooned-celled,
shift.
Sheepish comfort
unaware:
of death
of dread
of disease.
Offering the jaw:
to soothe doom.
Asunder into dawn.
Silencing the outcry -
that warts each beast.
tissue: failed camouflage
as fresh dreams calcify.
Sleep as something
degraded - yet deserved.
someone,
punished,
enough.
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