on mad quest for
porridge
armed with pot and
bottomless
spoon
and with fervor of
such research
my gut shall be
mush by
noon.
abstract
she welcomes freedom
with tears
sheen
like shoreline
of stars
not seen as bright
through
bars.
relieve raw tickles
my tonsils
from fury’s fumes
guzzled
when too frazzled to
refuse time’s
muzzle
pet or words
run red.
i surmise failure to
thrive
forms a fist like
the glove
fits
loner likely
to be
hit
by self-inflict
stick,
a longing to shed
dad skin
and
seek shiny slit
to slip
in.
i fidget not to
flinch
when photos
find me
boxed in crotch of
crawlspace
damp from dreaming
ducts clenched
thru x-ray
flash.
a hope childly
sincere,
she smiles petals
flush
as fragrant dawn
drizzles
dew
on crop kissed
blush and
blue.
wistful watching
sparks
through sidewalk
sprinkler
rain-
shadows behind
projector
claim
castoffs barely
left home
sane-
sisters chased for
lifetimes-
dragging others’
chains.
soily toenails
tap to
rain
flushing veins
of tree’s
tendrils spiral
skyward-
too sudden to
save each
leaf.
Despair
born of undug
name,
microscopic
shard..
of shell pricks
yolk
discharging
gas-
i ration breath
through
gaps..
in grab bag
past.
growing slower in my
answers
reveal rainbow cradled
in gaze of
boy
not shy to be
caught
in
skirt slit up both left
and right
sides-
inviting daylight
to caress
thigh.
hands in the garden 
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