Upside-down red white spotted goat hand grenade tucked in its gruff
Fall spread over head while listlessly pronouncing thank you to the winter months back inside my dairy box
Clean air hot coffee and the general practice of patience will allow the electricity around brain to move magnetic fists
I was walking nonstop the other day looking for something floating in the air
Perhaps a well-lit box hovering about made of wood and rice paper
A moon or serious balloon with which we do not tell the weather or reach things other than in sleep
I cannot stand this weaving in and out of immediacy with which I am hopeless to put to any other use then nighttime modifications of what I shall do tomorrow and not having done today Morn
Morn all over the place flocks of woodpeckers taking apart a wooden clock
Deceived by a metal white bearded goat of one thousand years of personal insanity
