markbousfield

Variousshortness of breath from the flexi-spoke tickety tock
cometh the hour and the man
when the eyes run red
run geese to the old tropes
the ones we laid out for monsters as children

now we simply lay monsters

beasties of all descriptions
abnormalities abhorrations
like the Lord of a star
the deign of light

processing loosening lessening bleeding

Brewed seas the brood sees
pinions of health and quiet sleep breathing
dancing upon the nesting on the cliff

the weather this morning felt fine
clear
just clear
nothing more
no deeper expectations

so I stepped outside and took the first fly

it rained

and I fell to the beach

where the children and their dog Shep like to play
passing stones
like porcelain
passing