#smallpoems My fingers root in gardens of meaning dirt of broken half bent souls collecting under chewed and cracked nails Knuckles ripped caked blood

#smallpoems
My fingers root
   in gardens of
meaning
  dirt of broken
half bent
souls collecting
    under chewed and
cracked nails
    Knuckles ripped
caked blood and mud
congealing in
folds of forgotten
        feelings
Grasp of realities
prance, Br'er Rabbits
cultivating reside of reason
through the toil
of soils
in stolen time
embroiled in
  rhizomatic seasons
ready to coil
at the cracking
    constraint of
McGregor's Shovel