2.26.24
Revised 8.21.24
fickle clouds showing sun who’s boss
saying pay your debts, cut your loss
limitless light darkness forbids
the night mirrors your supreme eyelids
prick and poke me, hot suction cups
continued climb, incessant crux
big, bitter pills down the gullet
lion‘s breath or jump and plummet
pray tell, what will bring improvement:
artificial rain, timed movement?
drain me to read me - doctor’s done
rays, break through - let me breathe and run
4.30.24
a navel orange is not a depokon citrus
no matter how hard it strives
it is smaller and smoother and cheaper, we witness
seeks segmentation with knives
who are you by the scanner: depokon or navel
in a basket, in the fridge?
at which angle will you present self for appraisal?
one side or across a hinge?
11.2.26
the days of the week used to have color
and stashing treasures was once a fun game
but now it is all greyscale and duller
the brain’s wiring, the culprit to blame
the past is distorted and whimsy fades
what seems a prison is now a haven
a rainbow appears but there are no shades
is this state ephemeral or graven?
