SHORT TERM FORECAST OK FOR NOW

without glasses
i attempt 

to divine
our fortunes
in the blur
of the hallway

coatrack

i see 

a gentle disorder

of earth shades  

smudged

&

edged 

with 
vibrating

sunlight gold

MATH POPS

billion dollar b movies

permitted alchemy

lint 
in 
the
pythagoras storm


~

from

a

hobbled shell

dust clogs
the geoplanes

the regular horror

is old hat now


~

stuck

alive

between tech

& the trees

counting my blessings

on an abacus
made for two

from cnn.com

MOONLIGHT FIST

why not
unclench your dilemma fists ?

  theyre
  tense
  like
grasping a last-order twenty
  in
    a
      sweaty bar
        nameless
        and 
        thirsty

why not
let
the
timid 
light
in
at moonlight o clock ?

  the night is still the night

  still
  smells of magic
    and 
    the stars are still stars
    shining
    timid light
    on 
  precious and gentle somethings 
    
      and
    while the world 
    is still the world
      sneaky 
      fantasy
      still
      slips
        its
        pretend and ugly
        covers

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