February 24, 2021

Why Is Wired

What eats what eats questions?

What is time this deep into “Winter”?

All the false things lined end to end

The predictability of sunsets and so many beautiful things

Take an egg and then laughter

Submarine crews then laughter

Clerical duties, drawing supplies, a collection of bobby pins

We’ve got descriptions if you want descriptions

Another sunset

Another lesser than

Back to laughter and again and again

And again and again and again

February 13, 2021

More Words

Swamps and dales

Seventh heavens

And setbacks

Curb appeal for days

And means to tell you

Tether me sick

Nature here and icefall

Crestfallen criminals

Lunar eclipse

Ocean upon ocean of solitude

Drowned dreams

Every guess’s second

Missed spells woven solid

Self upon self upon self

We’ll file it again 

February 12, 2021

Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag Is a Song that Might Mean Something to You

 I mean, who decided the north was the top half of the globe?

Massive agreements vs. truth, but who agreed and when and did you?

But also truth vs. reality and maybe that’s a story about convenience and/or everyone has to get by somehow?

Yeah yeah but far from everyone is getting by.

I can’t afford Where to begin? today, and that’s ok.

And maybe you can’t either, today, and maybe that’s ok, too.

A picture can help or pets.

A nice snowfall when you don’t have anywhere to be.

Deer tracks.

Fogged glass gifting every light you see with a burning corona even if you only have it for a quick second ahead of your world-weary-and-got-shit-to-do brain edits it back to a regular old street lamp or porchlight or whatever.

The world can tilt wildly vs. what world?

That the day is a string of decisions and you’ll decide which to make.

February 7, 2021

Altogether Different (from Now On)

When I step past half past five

When I step back soundly

When I savor something you wanted

When I stumble

Five fellows forgotten

Or golden days our golden ways

What you think of when

What that what which what holdings

Your forever bag

Your forgotten shadow

Your feelings felt to your toes

The snow again