sweating and breathing hard from a walk up the hill running down leaks in the line the pressure is up where it's supposed to be i better get water this time
three days without with the heat as it is news travels slow on this side but i know what i need to finish the job and squeeze out without notice in the dark on the quiet high tide
Curious with night things, Manuel and his dog dug up the returned. Their eased mind's local was already watered. Gladys and the mighty came awake for the recognitions. The returned gave praises to Manuel and his curiosity. They ate breakfast for dinner together. Soul as food. Break your bread. Break your back. Set your table. Lickety split was. Manuel and his dog are. Gladys and the mighty is: allow always...loci.
miniature wings beating heat waves the quiet still air glances taken without notice smiling at the color of your hair a moment, a wish, worth repeating looking down, coming up the stairs floating, windbourne water lotus orchid honey, other things rare
i am dreaming of the furthest room down the hall, the slight fall of the chest as someone sighs deeply
the watery gaze that sees nothing save dull and diffused light
of reasons that have the stink of rationalization on them
of slight couched in invitation to yesterday's cancelled reservation for the chance to revisit the ultimatum where live words held in the mouth words now sentenced to life for murders never said
of the memory of tiny actions for the sake of their intended
of small bright wings painted with the faces of children laughing that flutter in what appears to be aimless flight yet always alighting with precision on the nectarless flowers in their artificial meadow of sleep without dreams or waking
battle scarred shocked and weary after a solid month of them non-stop noise the cannon carry cannon carry them carry until the trenches fill with brother's blood soak the hill with death dis-ease and disentery
the hero's task at length is laid yet insanity instantly draws his pay in far off looks and broken gaze it be death alone death alone that saves legion eyes focused far away as millions board the ferry
infinite naivete; its innocence the ancient bloodsnake craves blind as it ingurgitates its own dark hind yet hesitates in fleeting dawning awareness bites infinite in rav'nous appetite sating only lust and what remains hell's own night joy's light's bane
for apathy and avarice it's deception's pillow and its grace death's own mask; its hidden face mercurial and at once chimeric camouflage concealing its concealment a passive weapon chameleon quite as colorful and as so quite as perfect
a last murderous salvo comes dawn a fiery hour too early by one in it's childishly entitled insistance as we slough off our own skins and eat kippers with them from dented tins our elegiac last breakfasts
and alas again forgetting everything of nothing's own self-importance we burn and die in last morning's light as the band of gathered idiots bind a consensual last query to send into the vast distance
we would give in to this abhorrence without resistance?