I work
A yearly portal
Begs entrapment
Little time for the better things
Sweet sleep
Another life
Upon the waters' sweet surface flow
Steady myself as the gentle waves
Rock me into lucid darkness
The days
The nights
Pass
I work
Pass the water
Burn the whiskey tongues
Hopeful birds
Sleeping on their feet
Side to side glances
Frontal objective
Breaking arrow *******
An ode to mother's earth
A genetic follie
DNA post traumatic
Brain damage
Let her go
Simple
Quick
Like the dreams we had
When we were young
Upon some unnamed
Moment
Of submission
To the days
The nights that must
Devour breath and hours
As if it were never ours