hot drag
sifting with my eyes the tall and seedy
grass that’s overcome the garden
i avoid the thought of how the world would look
were i to make myself useful
sifting with my eyes the tall and seedy
grass that’s overcome the garden
i avoid the thought of how the world would look
were i to make myself useful
habits harden into callouses. callouses
have a way of softening when
a habit’s thoroughly embodied. heart, persistent
soft armature of a life
she said “you look like a tree to me, a tree
with a suitcase” and i admire the trees
tonight, dancing and handsome in the rain, my cardboard
suitcase melting beside me
old hat serves me fine
new hat does too
spring rain, head stays dry
thanks, hat man