chartreuse

chartreuse consumes me. people eat eggs and tv. somewhere, my mates sleep.

 

green of a gray morning, restless. waiting to go back to work, sleep forgets me.

 

 

from a memory my hair pulls, i am uprooted from my being. time flies out from me like blood out the mouth of knocked teeth. danger heats the air around me; politic is released. hungry thoughts of non-adjacency, wash down with coffee. a sweet goodbye and the universe thanks me in friends and loved ones held by our own duplicity.

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from plush dreams and mountain climbing i’ve seen the brightest peak burning low on the horizon as i pass in the atmosphere barely missing the whole thing. turning goes on record as the place i have not been. no recording can catch the release of time on a chin. folded sitting, i see fit the joy of many journeys.

(excerpt Aug14 2018)