like the tide withdrawn
a farming hamlet
passes
from a shared day of labor
to face solitary scrutiny
under the night-full eye of slumber

beyond the sown fields lies a thick forest ...

The nervous surface
puddle clipped at by a light wind
Even cupped, can't light a match
tremble membrane and an arid sulphur plume
A clench of nerves

A murmuring makes the air
and now a light rain...

life is open sore
blunderbus into a bewilderness
a fumbled structure
cannibalistic pratfall
blind ******
puncture
open sore
fester giving life
fizz

accompanied a paper hat, a toy penknife that looks like a fish and the joke : 'Why is an Elephant large grey and wrinkly ? ...because, if was tiny, white and smooth, it'd be an aspirin"

bellied in quarters below street level

your time is pulled
long above
by strings and little sprung bells

chore, kip and take your tuck
at the whim
whine and whinny of the master