we the simple

le bop, in french
be bop, in califormenting
a rain storm on the horizon, the switch
of wind brings the flies, horizontal and flapping
a gibberish of things liberal and finished with a shining wax
coat. the table with plaster pasted on it on accident
it sat under the load that played out and that was that.

ITS NOT EVEN OUT TABLE!
it doesnt matter though cause its not even tennis and the
beryllium vases with pine tree gasses filling ip, the new way
to say that is rising is high sung christmas classics on a sunny
sunday afternoon, plain enervated radios.

on a clear day

you cant see foreever
cause for ever after there is a further place
to be. you will be further way out there from there
. so is foreever further than you are from forever?

I have taken to the rabbit of asking questions.
like a symmetric fox snaking in and out of holes
and fence post rows, the punctuation
of a roman numeralized phonetic diagram.

We have ties to the afternoon and the evening
that comes sooner and sooner in december and then gets
later in the day in january and february and then at some point
I dont remember ever reading about what its pakycefalasaurus is averted yet

sloth and desist

In a millipede time scale
the trees sway and bow
and the snow pours down
and the wind is sipping the heat from the tea

I notice the nicety
of thirsty mice
who stop to drink wine from the pools
on the floor
leaving without tipping the scales one way or another
cause they are light mice

what are letters

letters are stand ins for numbers
for signals.

are they dimensionless? well its harder rather
to tell, if they are but they might be if its important.


then the next thing to do is make a comparison
to alternative realities or domains
in pans to be cooked
and eaten chewed and fastened down in a library of happening