no longer entranced by
dancing to
crash..
..land in
handshake
behind screen too
bright to be
seen.
stream of conscious
tasked in haste
to hatch
but
shell won’t
crack
while under
attack.
savor boredom’s
breath
like salted
honey
glaze my page
for days
to
distract from
poise i
lack
as
loafer baked
away in
back.
virgin to this
texture
of
pleasure
not born of
need
to
flee come
dawn
unfolds like
crown
of sparrows at their
most calm
whenever in
song.
may solace bless
your soul
dear uncle
Ant
dreams but
can’t
drag the clock
black.
untamed yet
timid
to
give of river
scant
on
fins of brazen
colors
run no real
bother
to
feeders burrow
bottom
craven light may
catch them.
Promise
that despite my
late reply
i’m
getting
by,
tho not by
much..
to try before
i forget
why.
breathing feathers
and ash
in
nap weather’s
grasp,
rapt by the
rattle
of
crickets litter
thickets
flush as wide
in cabin
eyes.
how’s your cloud?
bird only
i see
feet never reach
branch
braids around
trunk
as
if rooted in
dance
of the dapper
drunk.
relieve raw tickles
my tonsils
from fury’s fumes
guzzled
when too frazzled to
refuse time’s
muzzle
pet or words
run red.
hands in the garden 
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