sweat suckling earwax,
stuck residual pebbles —
summers memento.
blaring bled eardrums
recovering in silence
endorphins draining
latent exhaustion;
the will-sapping mall people
sniff for chew-money
phantoms in the fog
who swim most distractedly
through your mind’s reprieve
ancient parodies:
america hasn’t changed
we just lost our past.
an evening breakfast;
the unspoiled disappointment:
wasting tomorrow
stacking picture frames
meant to kill dead space with art;
a nesting pigeon
poisonous cocoons
can still eat caterpillers
and crap butterflies
homecoming flurry:
destitute servants feeling
sweaty possessions
creativity
thrives most unexpectedly
in small quiet towns.
