should like the smear of weeds outside
should see it godly in fact, as
a man whistling by, compostable
unlashed from his collection of items
he contributes a "why" to the catastrophe
“Thx” catastrophe says (mouth full) “What
is the carrot for? is this another watercolour?"
is your appetite loud enough to
smile at soup and sandwich? eat from
the people — take its
time to dig out a mandolin’s cave. or
give its vision back, still wrapped
the night rusts my head, outside
the window, meadowlands spreading out