2/13/2018

sleep fragments

The Falls

do not purify; it is pure
do not defile; it is pure
do not change; it changes


Knowing

I hate the winter because it’s cold. I hate the cold because it hurts.
I feel lonesome because I am alone. I feel what I am.
I know it before I feel it.
Do you
know it?
feel it?


Plover's Trip

Look ma
in the mouth of the cosmic crocodile each tooth is the arm of a spiral galaxy
each grain of sand's a grain of sand each a beach of grains of sand man
call me the bird of the universe along for the ride on the edge man
open never close man


Driving Thru

Smashed turtles on the highway
Five dollar foot long
God in the trunk