Laugh or cry, there will be Nothing.
A great act of Entropy. And long Smoke.
All the rooks in a bin of Academic
Impossibility and The Joke.

Squirm as we Must, the cornflake
of our Aperture… to find the milk
Of our Sight… where winking
is a Milk Cow in a Forest
of Dry Leaves, and Parked
Scars…

Keeping my options
closed.
And all
Mars.

Knee deep in the brick stew.
Marmalade wasps with cast iron cashews.
born of a nut in a spoil of iron
gazing at the hard light
love locked or lovelorn… empty banquets
Calcutta my teeth,
and i have too few tomorrows
to arrive at your cul-de-sac
with a grape punch
full of open hands,

i startle the pigeons, yes -
but never the Fates.

Keep joining. It will hurt,
but it will Heal.
So saith the
Noise.

Bent like all trees in hurricanes
with curious fruit in my mandibles.
a manual crank spark
for actual Variables.

So saith devoid.

Our beloved
Noise.

for sleep reasons
all seasons atrophy
half a mile
is more like
an inch of marathon
and twice deep.
keep demons hooked
on your books
but read into it.
caterwaul by proxy.
true things only.
got this.
Lie in the cut
and heal it.

for sleep reasons

Awoke.

The Oklahoma beach is a creek.
with crawdads and snapping turtles
hissing at a Halen Van, parked on a soft curb
in the sticks, full of too much fun
and an off-road.

too few ***** toads
and scissortail’s
to remember
both

dead silence living
for a high note
listening to shingles
on the skin
in the game
as intently as
a hermit
to a
Caroling.

groups of divine divisibles
colliding as surreptitiously
as Fate can afford.
Junebug’s in a basket
of arbitrary
caskets,
and landslides
as human as
Loving.  
.

Brigadoon Ex-con.
Carefully culling the Word
From the Wrong one.
Keeping it Real
Til a dream suffice.
Melting the Ice
of a Heart Spot.
where something
got lost…

Exactly where you kept your Dumb At.

So Long Live the very
best thing
that you’re good
at.