one four dong

we must be pre.

paired off with calm.

amity crash and wing.

solve the dove circuit.

lates arouse circus.

inspections will any.

won by knocking?

not likely that strum.

one wants chasing a.

way into homes of flash.

backs tinged with lye.

surgeons to wander pelt.

earned tarry a piece a teal.

nose wiggling the clods.

doubloons claggling ill pots.

bite ‘em, stupor in stews.

chips a strewn a sand.

storm battles the lids.

keepsake then clothed.

rhymes will paste event.

you always and bubbles.

for faces and lunches.

sun bear’s clause is stoop.

idyll peels and shingles.

bat off the sun beets.

about the blueprint lean.

sin reel ability.

steep kelping a steam.

beet/blue

If I’m lucky there’s a blue light bleeding into the edges of my brain. Ears do something, and then do something else. No, this is not what it was supposed to be. I could say “head-of-camel”, but that would be a lie, it’s a mask the color of desert storm camo. I don’t know what to do about that. No, really – any of it. Instinct is extinct. I’ve made a drawing with black marker on white paper. I made a sound with my body. I ask you not to call it anything but hoist. When the most engaging question I can think is, “What will I do tomorrow night?” My best friend may never take another drink. Tomorrow I’ll learn to make another sound.