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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’ll never wake up next to her so, I hold her in my dreams. I dare not speak my heart, left my thoughts in sleep. we sit upon a park bench

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

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

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

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

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

Djarum special. Spice of smoke. On my porch, breathing tobacco and clove. 2pm, August 13, 2023.