The Blood of December

by

Jeff Crouch

revert
blank stare
content of

my expensive pants
ripped
in the crotch

impaled on broom handle
scarecrow
hold to Jesus

my cornfield sold insurance
lit sheared
husk

raccoon squirrel
join
charred forest

sharp wire past August
weed
shriveled harvest

and a fake chorus
crescendo
converting dearth

revert
blank stare
content of

earth

 

 

Jeff Crouch is a writer in Grand Prairie, Texas. He plays at art as though it were a game of hide-and-go-seek. His writing has recently appeared in Above Ground Testing, The Dream People, The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Lunatic Chameleon, My Favorite Bullet, semantikon, Underground Window, Venue--A Southern Forum, saucy vox, and Wire Sandwich with more forthcoming in Canopic Jar.

 

 

 

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