Suckle on
Coal coughing sugar tits
Silence the inside words
Hear to the scissory chirps
Of the nighttime sparrows
A good dog will always
Ruin a good tennis match
Stump emerges from the earth
Like a baby dinasaur from it’s egg
The hornets mourn
At my cars grill
Smoke fills the air
Softens the harsh light
Morning is my favorite
Time of sleep
Dream walking spoons
Light through the basement window
Before the breath moves
To the background
And eyes start talking smack
Lost perfect words
Between sleeping and waking
Give me that at least
A present for my sadness
The mystery of action
Upon all apparent vices
To see the bottom
And return
Robbins playing in snow
Squirrels dancing with sorrow
All of us
Newborns
All of us crowned in blood
You have a choice
to turn the page
Or push the button
a choice
To swim the ocean
Between them
Courage to follow
Your mind where it wanders
To make use
Of the resting places
Along the path
To heighten your quest
For soft arrows and turning logs
Eternal reverb
a voice worth worshiping
Never spilling
Just moving
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