My skull crashed against
The trunk down across the trail -
We’ve sagged since last spring.
My skull crashed against
The trunk down across the trail -
We’ve sagged since last spring.
All Thanksgiving day,
Just begging for attention,
Lone red mailbox flag.
Lost on Cold Mountain,
Cliffs, torrents & blasted pines -
I’ve sought for this site.
Rushing to my death
Down a cataract of days
At the speed of breath
Every night we listened
for a horned owl.
In the horned lamp flame,
the wallpaper glistened.
The collective soul exists. I know because it just rejected my application for admission. Existence is futile! This slogan is meaningless.
Home to multitudes,
Birthing foxes & midges,
Their woods is now logged.
In a loud moment
Breaking waves turn the lake white -
Summer thunder storm.
“ungainly at first
a great blue heron
rises above the trees
what I’d meant to say
it no longer matters
”
Hot humid Sunday
People locked inside cool rooms
Crows rule earth and sky
