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Bad Dreams
Before dawn
in the grave
yard
beside the darken
church
next to the private
firehouse
across from the libertarian
thrift shop
on the private
roads
of my mind
surrounded by the private
police force
I dig my own grave
beneath the nutfruit
trees
breaking the ice with
frozen hands
at sunrise
the sky catches fire
the black ice melts
filling my grave
with black mud
the freeze will soon end.
12/23/13
Steve Burkett
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