The Side Of My Finger Is Swollen Near The Cuticle

DYLAN THE MONTH

For every question implies an answer


You were right friend Dylan
response
fly with the wind the wire gets tangled between
like a rose born from the blood or the kiss
blanket of love faded lips

out into the desert and is light to scorch the thirst

but
is cradled in the slender silhouettes of Manhattan

always high like a needle stuck into the sky
the butterflies of fear and desire
or like smoke from a pyre of Ganges

rises and dances like a kite on top of the world

fly with the wind penetrates
barefoot in the basement of the night without fire
and sleeps and drinks cartons

puddles and blackens the face with the man's orphaned

the answer blowin 'in the wind surfing

warm flow of blood to get beat

breath awareness and hopes to someday get close to look