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

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

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

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

Lawn clippings left in my mouth Finest cheese weed Couldn’t produce a lick of saliva buzzing from the sativa August 12, 2023

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

soldiers take the field foam swords and shields Costume City troops dressed in batman suits they paused for lunch at noon

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

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

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

lava oozes down the peak the sweat and heat, my body quiver… glowing golden, burning streams blazing, globbing, gobbling flames hungry molten rivers

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

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

a chandelier of rainbows tattooed below her eyebrow blush and bruised, Captain Luna inspected the sloppy crew dressed in their business suits

subdermal dust spots speckled like freckles across the nose of a woman next door on her balcony