Days

Continuation. The hook and tongue of day. The waggedy that.  Lapse, clasp. The lace of days in utter continuation. The smalls and mediums and larges. Largess. Pants around my mother’s ankles while trying it on. The grooves in love like a golf ball.  As it resists its own specificity. As it becomes crocodilian,  recording it [...]

I am headed to the northwest side of the cityside. The side of the city least felt, fibrous. A folder of bones sewing my city. A folder of gravel. A folder of clay. A burning as the burning of choice has its center. It checked off, chosen, called on to sing. Sing The Prayer, sang [...]

Blessed the pilot program, ramming thru. Pilot Days and tenebrous flyers. Cold air cutting under wingy for-realers. The pilot light hole, blinging  and blinging. Hole in the heart of the damp clothy clouds. Sound. His voice sounds like, in the ears of my huskiness. How did you grow up so, bro?  His bass voice flubbing [...]

Blessed Days they swinged, singed! Days in retirement, sitting soundly bitch in November. Grow time. My dragon will. My will getting willier, leafier; a here unherded, grazing sweet, sweet-hearts all up in this pasture. Cheaply and chirpy [you herd me], my cattle head that-a-ways, brown cattleproof Cattle. Hoof marks the holler of yellower grasses, of time’s light hair, parallel blues. Hey little doggie, I should [...]