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Wayside
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I have fallen by the wayside,
scrapped divinity for a taste
of the overflow.
Everytime speaking, I was
silenced like a nailed board
sealed above my head.
Summer
came in ruthless heat pulses
depleting the oxygen, terrorizing
nesting sparrows.
The lap pool was chemically soiled.
All manner of fungi bloomed,
as dark bonds visibly materialized.
Geometric interlocking
dimensional coveralls – covering all –
left side of my body decaying, chomped at
by an unswerving force, asking for my devotion,
demanding unquestioned servitude
regardless of devotion.
Blindly I fell into the river’s fold,
no strength left in my upper arms
so I drifted to the wayside, into
muddy misquote egg-beds
and the hiding nooks of snakes
left there to breathe in fish-corpse fumes,
play footsie
with the washed ashore water-logged frogs,
dreaming amphibian dreams.
© 2018 by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” September 2018
https://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-7/
https://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-september-2018/
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Published in “Chicago Record Magazine” August 2018
https://magazine-record.blogspot.com/2018/08/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none_16.html
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