ON THE CHESTER DRAWERS

the day is there

bright / clear / classic

like Es are there

ambiguous / vestigial

at the end of words

the sun stencilled shapes

on the chester drawers

are

softly adrift

with

packed lunch sadness

& i shovel on the optimism

like ketchup
on dry mash

working with the bones of it

the doom of it

the habit & faith & light of it

in the predicted ash

JUNCTION THOUGHTS ON THE A176

traffic signals
appropriate & ruin
beautiful green

they turn it
cold / lurid / dumb

& GO it says
go where ?

~

i enjoy more
the mandated timeout
of fire engine red
&
the tension & prerogative
of ambiguous ambers
soft nod

JUST A TURTLES HEAD

i have these moments 

  when
  something big & ambiguous

  with deja vu on the side 
  seems about to break thru

i hope its a stab jab of chi

  without its anxiety hat

but its just a turtles head

  a faux lucid visitor
  in the steel wool fog