Wednesday, August 8, 2018


Words shaped by the
backed up faucet,
clogged drain, dirty grout
absent to understanding 
glances that sputter, devour temporality to
personal servitude that begins with
mouth, hands, holes
Imagined, idealized, fictitiously dancing 
to a forged feeling, person and place.


                Step Aside Child
spine and soul

Sand blown squalls
walkable clouds
swirling and deserting
covering body
shallow sight, blurred, scratchy
tickled flesh
tamed heart
emptied mind. 
Near the ocean, not felt that day but bathed instead by grit.