this was the lake at the top of the trail
I was at the lake
when the water was low
there were earth birds
gulls and crows
scavenging
the light was full
and there was a breeze
the lake light
and the wind the
window
the high sun and the lovely breeze
the smell of lake in the sand
learning to love sleep in the garden
what
was that?
a
silver shadow
seeking
in the margins
a
peel back
a
pool bop
of
the oval
a
swum
it
was a make-a-cake kind of day
we
have the storm in a jar
miniature
lightning bolts
why
is not a candle
the
burning end of pock?
soon, reggae james or jams could
come running down the mountain
do
you have all of your paperwork and poetry?
another
antler for showing up with the dark tornado
the
cockroaches were juggling ice cubes
no,
that wasn’t the reason the poems ate the earth
leave
the equipment behind and eat the earth naturally
I
become the particle ant, that master insect
the
money machine is eating the earth
words
to write poetry like a bear in the jungle
there
was a body of the lord in the stars for ten days
and
there is a miracle clown in the dishes now
crayon
breath for most of the morning
a
wedding cake with a real diamond centre for the kids
there
were bugs in my food today and I liked them
that
means nothing to the people in the dirty air
frog monikers
and
you don’t go to see the sure ship of the togger
with ronson
the
police have the stars in a jar at the bar
the
points of the stars are sharp
and
tiny beams shoot down to the earth
everyone
learns the hand of the way
to
learn the earth is another wall of the action
roam
the grounds like a hound
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