storybook

the sordid solutions worked into faces
one direction to the next
working tunnels to justice
the jury is out
comatose a spell
right hand directed what left didn't know
right left unwrong
that itchy thumb
hitching a ride to the sun
wandering pictures of salads wined
it wasn't always that way
when juice spilled and picked up manners
other times windows shattered
too much construction
the baths disturbed the wrenches
the wrens disturbed the verbs
all that destruction worked into vowels
dampening towels
shores laughing to keep clam
the wilderness opened that day
officers keeping tabs
when the lightning bolt came
too much wine to succor
cannonballs
sutures the drink
in line for another
cannonballed
where shores swap letters to pictures
listening to irons
littering highways in vowels
burdening busloads of towels
snowshoes their depth
cannonball specs
horizon travels higher
in shadows a burden of war
testing shots with swings
crossbow wins
lacking understanding
that willful swing
answers war with sleeves
up to knees swiping pictures
danders to dandelion
all that blows is neutral
don't know where it stands
the mud is messy
behind shelters searching
all the pieces went black
looking for a time that itsint
but better
the officers bent way
their toothpicks are wrong
their laughter non
but made for strong sutures
setting up wind for supplies
the flies flew longer
watching wind for clues
there were pieces in the shine
i picked them up and cradled them home
they needed yearning
it was before the world began
i needed lessons

denis streeter  2/4/18