Chimneys by Japhy Mitchell


To ride waves and drink
Moonlight on deserted roads.
Or to make the flesh
And breath a work
Into a golem.

Or to take the sweat from
Ones brow and water.
All the seeds?

Running and leaping fade faster
Than invention.
We drift through these
puffs of fog?

Does it matter?

Where are the roaring lions,
Where are the lambs to be

Can you see not the rough
Chimneys of smoke,
Churning out of all their ears.
Are they making something
That i should be
Aware of?

©2020 Japhy Mitchell


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Japhy Mitchell is a poet and librarian who lives with his dog Tarkovsky in Athens, GA area.


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