under my observation -
the telephone
waits to ring

night drums                
          spousing heat distorts

in tall grasses              
          insects chirr and fling

in moonlight              
a fertile field

drowned and round again    
                                 in sick little circles
chopping at the bar
a round                            
                     and drown again    
                                            in little sickle stumbles
                   chopping wise at the bar                    
                                  with your wage crunched
                                   in one mitt
           and your obscenity
gripped
           in the other

the sun seems to be          
          taking its time setting
does it wish to know          
          what we all get up to
in its absence ?

old lady passed out                
wind and leaves do battle      
she is plagued by shadows
is it rude to wake the sleeping
to check they're not dead ?

warm deluge has passed          
concrete smells steam                
wading the dystopic streets      
my child squeals                        
(cooled rain dripped from a tree)

overnight
the humidity broke
release
underfoot discarded Cicada sheathes
litter a cooling pavement

bloom wounds brightly
ignition
ventilated scents      and the air is roused

a reclaiming tide
each spring   the forrest laps
at my shanty door     then  retreats
nature demonstrates  to me
its permission

account your blessings :
there is limited space
               for the exhaustion
                       of our mythology
                    to fertilize

car                                        
headlights feed the darkness
slow to a thief's caution
passing the sleeping houses

   my child pushes back bedtime
  watching                                    
from the streetside window

season heals season
- as the years faster pass -
are we mending ?

sunrise                                                      ­   ­                                       
first optic pins toe-tipping play across the meadow
wind bends the forrest fringe west away
the trees adverse to receive
priestly daylight
after all the  
    business        
    completed    
during a most
competitive and predatory
                                                   night

fast paced
negative      space-
-invades     our  idle  play-
-of kingdom enraged and boredom-
-engaged   transitional   teenage   tup-dut-
-fertile   breeding   and   recoding-
-embers of prior thieves
an inflamed race
fast paced