Pocatello pink sands
The Pocatello pink sands
are stenching up my room
engraining my heart
with socket wrenches
and eyes affixed on shoes
shake the pink sand
all around the floor
release the fear
and finally be fearful no more
a boyhood's worth of fear
doesn't simply disappear
it lingers on street corners
and rattles around aimlessly
in the crucial hours
of a night's long hauled sleep
so wash your skin
with Poctaello pink sands
and let the micron-sized abrasions
leave you pure and primed
for surgery on the rough parts
only smoothness left over
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16561313-Pocatello-pink-sands-by-Colvet
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