Again. Trying to get all the revised sonnets up before i start putting new ones up.
The palm tree creaks a slow motion
smile— i woke up different. Much changed.
Much. Much. World’s my pace. Think right. Glue on my tongue.
Not grinding molars like a fist of coins.
No care if the hound spends time sniffing piss stained trees.
Nor careless drivers who see only green.
Mess & grime. Rust & pastel. Flat pack buildings.
Chocolate cake in mugs. Time wasted making soup
: coconut oil, onion, cumin, garlic, carrot, dried
chili, 2 bay leaves, pumpkin, potato, veg broth., pepper & salt.
Guests slurp a few mouthfuls leave most for the maw
of the rubbish bin: it’s hard to swallow unfamiliarity.
i saw fences everywhere, had a map, rubbed the boundaries out
—i hope this last & lasts & lasts, out lasts even me.