inside, upside down, outside the window...

photo by Darren Williams ©

operator, one thousand words a day junction, please…

disconnects

are jaguars

escaping the

chattel churches

corral of crying

inside the masses

weigh station blues

in lines that say

we didn’t mean to

keep it so greasy

going so easy

on ourselves

while hard on

the rest of you

no need to keep

learning in a world

is sleep turned 

to looking down

as another way 

of keeping eyes 

on loose footing

with the things

we take shines to

stealing ourselves

further in the dark

cave velvets

pelt felts, knelt

by the fire

growing shadows

in the stories

we tell wrapping

words around

daylight’s arms

we are wired

for sound, sold

by the case

loose wrapped to

direction, we know

crawling Nazca lines

sometimes, is flying

smelling, borrowing

and buying what

connects us

beyond the pictures

the paint, the alchemy

and the rain

EJR ©