Listen!
MY CURRENT MOOD certain observations have broken their heads on my boney smiles a morning as confident as this one that the drought is far away must have layers to its heart that no wildfire could reach the mosquito edits my blood taking away the resistance I used to offer till I limp and all the weeds break out in blue stars and yellow suns that mimic my mood of happiness sustaining itself on dirt eat till it makes you old! accept the invitations collecting on your grandfather's bedside table! if ever a person thought laughter was the art of things that last only a moment drag out yours to ridicule death!