redbuds scattered,
pale concrete, gloaming;
to dream of a scent

my red lanyard lost
i don't know when i first missed it

warm blues and cold
the empty vehemence
of a rock song

my sadness
like clouds that hang and never rain

bonsai pine
turning before the Starbuck's
skylight crowded with gargoyles

again to the tasks of the day
one of those being forgetting

squalene poptarts bulk
one with the perfect ages
fluorescent dapple

does it take away from my
victimhood that i'm singing


Terrifying gas-powered robot dog. (thanx Melanie!)


"Let us go into tomorrow trusting

the candor of imagination and the miracle of grass."


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