Warren Falcon

(04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

What Is Revealed


the mouse in the hole who loves the hole,
how the serpent's tail shimmers as one has
tossed it with a long stick out the door
shouting - the door shouts too -

“be gone! no more! ”

one has learned to shake the sheets,
the pants, the socks, the heel-worn shoes
before the getting into because
scorpions and spiders dwell therein
and even a snake loves a warm bed

a pillow for its head

found once a skin shed on a flower-patterned
pillow case where fleecy lambs forever pink
silently bleat as the cloth grows thin from
head wear, dream wear

because I was once a sleeping man

Submitted: Saturday, October 13, 2012
Edited: Saturday, September 21, 2013
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