quality, capital q
piles of stuff catching dust
best predictors:
closed eyes, open mind
sunshine and sleep in their time
Tag: dust
poem: dust flakes and shavings
dust flakes and shavings
applied to the wounds
of a lifetime of
shavings and dust flakes
each, yes, applied to the wounds
poem: flash fiction, rolling bones
flash fiction, rolling bones
instead of joints
of roaches plucked from under fridges
coated in their dust
smiling all along!
happy grins alone
poem: smashing through the snow and dust
smashing through the snow and dust
picking up the things we must
knowing which is which is tough
but once you’ve had, you’ve had enough
squeaking like a cage of mice
hauling ass on my old bike
poem: confusion allowed and encouraged
confusion allowed and encouraged
a new tab a shortcut away
looking right past blank slabs
and our tablets
with pencils beside
catching dust
old-time country
Old-time country played through brand-new speakers
crackly already with dust from the sawmill uptown
Raccoons in the garbage and sleet in the gutter
backed up full of foliage vital and brown
They chitter and hiss to themselves
In a tongue they don’t own
