beginning- peering / pouring through louvers

I'm ever so glad I don't feel like

a small brown dog today

chewing the corners off your favorite dream boat.


Pretending not to understand

the meaning it holds for you.


Here and there, all of humanity

with spit and splintered wood strewn around

plays the the small brown dog.



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Oft scorned, like olive honey

illderstood, a relapsing entropod

my briny bachelorism

some burning theatre.


Winey mixed, by savory marsh.

Castor plant, peppermint

and those collisions

with her downey undercarriage.


Explaining/ exclaiming!

Spouting- your God

made room for leaning cryptic, too.



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We are like webs, gathering dew

like floating leaf or flowering branch

reflected sky, called into being in each moment

invited like rain, by thirsty ground.


Resist these currents, like stone

only to notice, you still

are changing shape.