matchstick novelty,
a lake,
soccer,
beautiful hairy arm
from a young man
blonde from sun
smelling sweet like
watermelon laundry lotion
like the sun, like youth.
The tangled hair
laid out across
the wrinkled hexes
of this forgetful cuddle arm...
thrown back into a blue sky
i once was.
i am
as a young ape,
with purple on the inside
of his eyelids
sinking flowers of falling asleep
orifice after orifice
senseless messages
to oneself
wondering if the nothing man
does right by my daughter.
Or, if no other line
could draw the blinds
on my secret world of laying still

foggy memories
the sound of tall grass
water droplet color   drop of water color
my mind
ready for sleep.

-cbrander