Settle my forehead
Earning oxygen one by one
That space between was coughing
Sunshine to warm the pall
Twists shout at their begettings
Warmer than a pail of moon
There between now is dusting
No way around fire embrace
Each snack seeks its others blunder
Bylines too blue to sell
ocean liner froze to hell
Stage completes oxymoron
Sad under fool's rainbow
No feat no saddle no moon
Surprised that center lines corner
Echoes inside a curlicue
Scribbled in a mess of maze
Sometimes misfortune will do
Dropped in the shadows splicing spines
Dreams spell in lollypop, triggers rainy sun
Dogs dash corners smelling hives
No much to do when the temperature drops
Saddling hay the oxygen slips
One fools spigot for good measure
Quarter cup spills half dollar fills
All in the trade but the licks won't spit
A cartoon of you and the space plates
Swords shift their shiny eyes
Too true to slip. They sit in stalls
Trade shows empty what fools impart
Those bones those bones the tools pray
Take a vacation
Summer salutes
Rabbits hide ears in saffron blue
Shades and roads in beer droppings shine
All done to encounter you
Yes
Too done to cry
Denis Streeter. 10/ 25/19
