i’ve designed this slide with a special app
that makes it look old
all my ideas fell in manholes and
sprouted seedlings, grew, reproduced, i found
them five generations later and didn’t even
recognize them as mine.
hinge
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tree and door watching
seven stools in a row
dead pens crying for ink
when everything is blocked
one of the first things i remember
a poem in blocks called EXIT
now a sign i sit under.
i dream in cadences
i dream in cadences
left over from those
which i used
to build my new wagon.
my leg healed,
my crutches
are firewood
for tomorrow’s camp
hear me out
i’m calling on some
see thru stars
to work their magic
july
july has given us rage
and compelled us to pause
and sit with it
i oblige, slow sips
and steady eyes
adopt a desperate
institution
save face
the cat walks confidently
away from her food
incorrections
not looking for
changes
just biased eye misses.
everything ripples
if you look fast enough.
the tide
becomes
a pulse
a heartbeat
a blood flow
Sunday Funnies!
In the tradition of the great Sunday Morning Funny Papers, Sunshine and Wind is proud to present an abstract cartoon. Classic one panel action happening here. Best caption gets a free sticker!
trust me
we’ll be first.
wait for a slow walk
to wind its way
through the trees,
a mystery of heat.
the border of the apartment
at the open window
smells and acts like over
the boundary is warped
from sun exposure
i lean in , nose into it to check
the air smells different
raindrop sentries hang in
a fringe line
one falls and the babies stir
in deep sleep
it snags a deaf ear
into the steady traffic.
little difference
has been offered to the
lively
monolith
i give you what you dream
for a long time
the eggshell sky fights
the bell.
the curve
we consider for a minute
but move on to something else
not sure what to call it
something here
feels habitual
Sunshine and Wind 