oh to be

oh to be breathing

in a strange

land of strangulation

shown from different

angles where extreme degrees

of difficulty make it harder

to draw anything other

than a gun

 

oh to be one

with the lung of the universe

expanding . . . inhaling the charred

steak of dead stars, kicking up red

dust on Mars in the pale faces

of fear and dread

 

oh to be an engineer

that makes diagrams of diaphragms

to invent new ventilators

for post-reconstruction purposes

available for delivery

at premature

funeral services

 

oh to be mother

nature’s summer lover so every

time she takes my breath away,

i know it won’t

be forever

 

oh to be like the trees

that synthesize the light of day

leaving without leaving

 

oh to be alive

again

 

oh

to

      be

 

oh to

            oh to

oh to

                                                      oh to

oh to

                        oh to

oh to

                                                                        oh to

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Author: Russell Nichols

Russell Nichols is a speculative fiction writer and endangered journalist. Raised in Richmond, California, he got rid of all his stuff in 2011 to live out of a backpack with his wife, vagabonding around the world ever since. Look for him at russellnichols.com.

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