THE CEMETERY SQUIRRELS

time is hallucinating
in the fever ether

& again
i cosplay a person

boots on / face out

meat tower saying morning

draped in stitched cotton

& zips

~

the cemetery squirrels
run from their tails

in the thick grass & tall stone

& i rest under trees

where the sky cannot see me
& 

the warplanes

stay away

in my phone

THE THOUGHT OF A CLOUD ACROSS THE SUN

theres two states-

the ok oblivion bubble

chat
you know
tv

youre on the case
and everything
is in its box

a comfortable surrender
where everything
matches up
just enough

to sit still and look at the lawn

or-

existential
planet dying
hyper awareness
anxiety jag

curious cackling angles flushed out
and
  nothing 
    is nothing 
      is nothing...

and between-

a cotton thread wriggling
like
happenstance
in
the
wind

the thought of a cloud
across the sun

from lookingtothesky.com