hours and hours

Eighty beyond the zeros, wisdom shook the foundations once again.
A failure to perceive makes for bad baking habits
and this cake is in dire need of an oven.

The embargo continues and sleep flows like an intravenous drip.
While the acetylene torch of dreams scrapes out the benefit of any double time.
Each thought spun out, creates drag. Like the young take flight, I am pulled into the air and my feet

my feet forget themselves.

this season of loss draws on
                                             to its end
and even that end will be loss, but one I count as gain.
all that is dross, fits nicely in the ashen nest.
I love fire. It's an effective tool.

garlic

I harvested garlic today

The satisfaction of months of care.
Old life brought up for the benefit of the new.

What is tragic for us, will benefit many.
this core spins out of reach
and we sit in separate spheres…to everyones benefit.

Can we loop this sound track?
Can we stand in normal times?
I took the bones out of this sponge




and it is softer

is that you

Solara?

is that you?  I can't hear over this…this board game.

my hearing has been dampened
like a wet rag

black and white checks
All flags falling down the ranks

gas tank needs baked goods to turn the corner.
and those few cherished heads turn to see
while most eyes a fixed
                             forward

left and cheese, thats the case when time churns out