six
funny when you put the flower
on your helmet on your head
held up peas and shot him dead
but your face was already red
red-eye back to body
gas a drop from drop-
dead stopping back-
tracking where the vessel
came a house and cleared out-
side by side with gentry
slid a ladder down to ground
sent each rung along the way
on its way with me-
an entourage'll rattle on instead
a head's a wall
that crushed it closed
a vessel called
a mirror rose
woke a window stared at me
went to bed the blinds were on their side
and best to them, they've the reins
they're them and me when they want to be
Nothing will ever happen.
the clock is backwards, feels that
you've returned to the fog
little demons and a light are optimal operating conditions
There's a fox through the window
It knows nothing yet you'd like it to
It's less than the chairs you've thrown,
More than the other ones.
Peel the skin, bite the pit
Bitter root, rotten fruit
Peach pit bathed in soot.
So our tree could warm us;
A winter's hard reprieve from,
The summer burns us clean,
The ride goes on til I'm gone,
Past that I'd say ask God