perspective -
subtle art of
parallel convergence
on a spatial plane -
miscarried and askew
on a cornerstone
mortared with blood.
i’m at a loss.
i don’t know what to do.
blinders fully secured,
the yahoos and yokels have taken flight -
bombs, beers, and bibles in hand…
only a shit storm can follow.
perspective -
wobbly at best due to drink and jazz,
i sit among the cicadas,
fingering a match between
forefinger and thumb.
9.2.21