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

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

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

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

strings that bind manipulate each step we take future, past, present-day threads tangling

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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