Capers

 A FREE-VERSE POEM

Outcast in reign and serving partnership,

Forthwith on valleys of golden highs,

Marginal errors in cowardice and family, 

Members of the canning industry.

I see a container of misfit universes

Drowning in a sea of glass and acid,

Ammonia, withstanding violent forces,

Your completeness differs from a slight,

Broken, time...

When I also saw the nature within

Subterfuge and high-lit dreams

Inside of an acrid sense of knowing

All the brew and summers gas-lit

Underneath me and underneath you.

We swing up there in our own betterment

Looking down on what was once ours

In the color olive, Alive.

We make a dream of sunshine.

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