i loves a blurb

i loves a blurb
my ancient stereophonics

follow the light across the valley then a river

Home is where you hangmen

victims all we
run outside to see
the sun

the ring around the moon is a memory
a Glasnost

suffocation is nary a vegetable
under a ground garden replete with v-8 engine

the pool makes water into mirrors
and we’re all nighttimes skin & sky
until the lights
are switched on

I take a sestina next to my siesta
it’s a blast that I was who you didn’t
cough up a lung to be

freedoms and choices are two difference dings

writing this makes me
inner bubbly

and chomp off ye olde stomping Glock
= less crowded avenues

a plane crash brings another cloud to earth