BOOKBAGS & BACKPACKS

 

the sludge
burbling in the turdle runoff
once was rain maybe
gentle in spring

&
falling
on
small shoes & swings
&

bookbags & backpacks

&

hand-me-down softshell hoods

&

a mothers phone

the banking app there

& her anxious minces

SWING

 

  i
  gloz
  the
glass screen stories
 

  faux-rome falls
  in my periphery

  ( sigh etc )

then i lose myself again

  all AROUND
    & IN

kandinskys changing swing

photo by Amanna Avena on Unsplash

DARKNESS CHICKEN

take a last holler at the darkness
take a last swing at the moon

maybe you will reach it this time
then it will see

bed yourself down now
suspend yourself on purpose

roll over and over like a rotisserie chicken
in twisted sheets like wind riled sails

flip dawn the finger soon

from archiexpo.com