Hoarseness Will Find You

La la la I can’t hear you anymore
static eclipses so much noise today
bleating buzzing crescendo in your ear
like a toad constantly clearing its throat
and no way can you give a toad a Halls
so you lay in wait for the virus to clear
a swamp soaking up silence to fracture
moonshine the light, not the alcohol
all these broken metaphors make you itch
crawling in velvety birthplace poison ivy
your blanket, you know it like a tornado
with bomb shelter birthday parties
tasting green skies, feeling sideways rain
and you see the light coming thru the trees
trapped on the other side of civilization
waiting, just waiting for one monkey leap
to slide down the monolith, thumbs up
bone in hand, saying, “Go boy, go!”

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