Once my breath is dispersed, my God, you think the heavens touched the earth.
October ended with a single feather funneling its way to muddy Earth in front of funny sparrow copycatting. Eventually it would select and circle one, as if to pause and crown the victim of a loss I wasn’t comprehending.
Thrill, shrunken with a bucket of pennies, I'ma drag my sneakers through the dirt like alligator bellies, ‘til the cloud burst, honor and a loud thirst.
Earth to AR vertical burden has increased at an alarming rate, bliss is down a point, murder up, glee down and still falling, still crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays, came this blind soldier-burning confessional.
I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit, clattering the yesterday ain't shed a tear since.