lying on

on the floor
we can sit
or lie to our posture
suffering like angels
weight resting on wings
meant for flying

fundamentals

grains of wood
sawed for good
fire warm food

august redox

the air is thin
turned outside insipid
nips to the nose lips and grins
four fingers lump sums
turkey dinners frozen bones
warm water
old december

august november

cloud devices are mad
the sprinkle and spread
a tongue of fir
a voice of lead

nosbig

fingers snapping at
steel things
the ears pick ups
wood box rings me up
jumps and starts to fret

woke up this morning

when I woke up this morning

all I saw was sun

the sky was blurred

the leaves gone

the sun was shining way too strong

sailing

the wind whips up
the white caps
ripping your hat off
to fly back floats out
sinks beneath the froth
spray soaking your hair
blearing your eyes
you drink without a cup
these are the days
most dont give a thought of

nine or ten

nine out of ten times
leaves one leaf luffed
lives left for dead
return buds sill living vines
entwined grapes dry outside
slime inside sour mines

floating

legs pushing feet pulling
on aluminum steel iron carbon links
televangelical spokes distributing
stress out to the humming rubber
pressed bladder back against
the gravel blacktop macadam ribbons

sacrifice

the sun sunk
into a pumpkin
trunk cut open
guts pulled lit up