Go Forth

by trickywicket


Our lady mason jar,

hewn fresh lumber barge.

Our tincan coffee cup,

Jean tight railroad cars


Reliquary as berry stand

In melon sugar shoes,

Pasture river firework kiss,

Hitchhike sweat to bruise


Young Dylan whittle Whitman

Leaves/grass and shit

Bootheel knobknee boxcar bourbon

Prayer, shrink to fit