You, Me and the Alphabet


No i have not just shot you with a rust covered pistol
I say to you
To drown out words in the spring rain, a light drizzle
I lay my words in a row on the moss of the forest floor
Alphabetical order
Pistol comes after bullet, but murder comes before pistol
Words I won't use for awhile
So I dig a grave
I know that corpse comes after body
Good thing I'll need neither once we're buried
To lie in the moss while it rains next to all my graves
Is to mistake the swirling lantern fish for the stars
As innocent as a deer nodding its head as it pushes me a plum
fallen from a nearby tree
Biting with the grace of a wolf
Is a trickier thing
A rain jacket over a puddle
Lays aged and muddy
A token of sentiment for two forgotten lovers
I dig a grave for them too

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