horse_shoes

breeeze is half your hearing
half your sighing half the time.
the other half is time.
slow bryzoa
flow stuck to oak stick
. a stage is the dock
. if the damsels are metamorphic rock
. me; am not one of them
. and neither is whirligig over
there a monitor or merrimack.
just a spinning life of black

"let the mud be the mausoleum
and the mussel be the most"

/.

mmddssss

miid daay sunshie

old_climbers

close in the blankness of mid
day the sirens wail down upon the sorry
ears of my foot joints, suddenly
realizing all of me is joints, nothing
solid or so seeming to be that it is
rigid or piecemeal or fishmeal or real at all,
but all the same, it is not as hot as it is insane

after_the_other_two_or_there_months_to_go

welcome to august, august.
august, welcome to august,
I guess.
welcome, august, to august.
, a gust of summers guts in august
for the rest its september, for august.
welcome back august, for another year.
a hole year with august, again, august is back again.
to be here for the whole time that is august.