wallow in your time
do not avert your eyes
sea rises
in
recompense
for the
auto fish
~
&
up
the
road
at no 8
they always leave
the front door open
when
its
time
to
argue & yell & swear
hear them from my back lawn
when im counting daisies
~
&
the garden
is like a
story book gypsy garden
where the story book gypsy
has gone & died
under his own blue sky
&
no one came
&
no one knew
but i see it
see it in the dust
see it in the dirt
see it in this new flu
