Simple writing.

Shout out
blackball
cockblock
bluecollar
which dish pattern
swirls toille
reds
blues
blacks
ware
wear
me home
look like the cattle drove
balls
chains
crossing streets
believing in toothfaires
spreading words
fragrances of old love
watching over random hills
collapsed in rasberry afternoons...
I dreamt of shadows
whispering thru cornstalks and horn billed beaks...
and as the morning stars were tucked in,
all the couch could do was wonder
"how did I end up in the front yard drinking 5am instant coffee?"
while the little birds gather
their home-a-rama twigs
twisting dryer lint thru walls






and then she heard said,
nothing is free...
while another she said,
except mommies love--

and I knew that she will
speak heart pillows,
only hoping whoever falls
up the water
down the fall
will speak the same language...