Learn to Bow

wind and wind down
I like listening
I lick light switches
and younger
lightweight witches
slip off slink in the dark
hail storm strumming warmth
Cassevettes form

even that statue learns
to bow
all time
all of time
pokes me
yes I notice

words of our world
our stares go blank

sometimes I worry
what is happening
to this body


A poem, fair enough

got the guard
off guard
he got shoved
into a closet
the closet thrown
into the sea
the sea buried
behind a tree
tree ripped up
by a Meghan in
the the throes of
applying make up
scent this time apple
green not navy
hello the way you answer
a phone
what of your day
oh just the usual
burying of