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THE SWELTER I FELT THERE
by Mike Watt

I
labored
over and debated
voicing
every
yearning and
outburst in my daily chimping,
urging my most
econo
language
instead of the
zeal
angled spiel
but then thought, "fuck it"
eventually evolving
to
hear it
shoveled into a coal train's load
of dream fuel
brain spooled
so tight
it sprung - ho!
...popped!
w/the thought
hmm...
such a very serious look:
your eyes narrowed
brows furrowed
hands gestured
as to measure
significance
and accent
just what
is to be
meant
oh
little one,
how tall really
your stature naturally
will always tower over
m
e
so
let
that
light
from this
packed tight
flamed bright
mind shine through goofball
eyeball lantern lenses lighting
tender
script rendered
from your tender
living
hand
and
fit
and
fashioned
just, just, just
so...
may that crazy fire's light
help you
see you,
help you
be you