a porch light leads me home glowing bright like a lighthouse beam warning of the rocky shoals the farmland sky at night

Sycophant milquetoast running from your brown nose Everyone superior looked down on in the mirror Apologetic worm

back aboard the ship Captain Luna sat with Bart pressing him; how’d you manage this little slip? you were once my savvy knight

Been called a jabroni for lighting a stogie. Inhaling the relief, exhaling my grief. Dawn, August 13, 2023.

I pray every one of their children… Lord, make it so. I pray one of their sons murders them in cold blood, while the rest of their kids cover…

smoke of my cigarette fades into the clouds perspective from my squinted eye through my dusty glasses dusk, August 11th, 2023

from the barber chair mirror he watches the fear in their eyes a forty lb coo-coo clock hangs on… covered in a dozen years of dust the dust isn’t important at all

gasoline on my FOX TV I don’t want your MSNBC make a shrine to remedy burn all these effigies went outside, sun felt hot

breath of sky on her spine creeping, chilly blows flow down to her thighs the slightest summer wind

charred scents linger within the astronaut’s mind suits, boots, glove fingers leave scent memories behind reek of burnt toast and sulfur

mechanical horses line up at the g… riders clad in straps of leather contemplating their fate Akira Koike takes up pole positio… favored to win

golden angel hair strands upon the earth needles of the bull pine scattered on the grass and dirt trap fallen raindrops

gliding along the wavelength riding the sonic chain stomach acid, gutteral pain banister of razor blades backbeat drum machine

we are still evolving who have we become our thoughts and doors revolving all problems still need solving as we orbit our dying sun

perched upon the table made of oak and maple stones carved of cedar and sycamor… is grandpa’s checkerboard when mom and dad play rummy