Aaron’s Rod

It’s December let’s keep it popin. Some vitrify just before they fall off. At the blindend no questions are asked. We all work all the time, with the body or inside where it’s freezing. Give me a lighter. It’s like that guy just mind raped me. Sometimes at night I watch flame for hours. In all weather tangent waves ride the edge of yellow and blue. We have been gathering ourselves home for generations. Promises and fattened fingers. This is not a joint or a cigarette by the way. It’s Aaron's rod. I love to tell people that. It’s only a little tiny piece of it.  Not everybody’s always flying high.  There is no way to push the river. The wind blew the fire to us. The water will come too.

the last time

last time i tried to quit i put things in the right order.  confusion broken down is mostly earth and water. just a shower and clothes to put on for a job. one hand in emotion, the other in money feels like cheating.  i stick to what i say.  questions and history and structure stay private. mother and father sleep in a rose colored house with two dogs.  they are in the tenth spring and it’s confusing. there’s a field of clover, and a car on the side of the road. you think how he thinks. you act just like her.  forget those mistakes.  who told you they were wrong anyway. the pillars are tilted. a mudslide slew everything and they are unrooted. you can not create through his mind. because his mind is his world.  word up. fish swim in patterns. shadows solidify what is known..circles in the sand. tell the children that a new one is set inside every morning. build and tear down. head on easy. swimming helps. i linger in the spinach patch when it rains Iike this. we used to live in the desert and here there are puddles.

three suns

there are three suns here.  i don’t know what to do.  a while ago they built a new house. over there you still feel afraid.  turn around and remember who has your back.  Saturn puts a strain on, but that’s not the point.  the fences at the north need mending.  it’s okay to think about the other side.  loops crescendo. you know the real.  nothing is nothing all the time.  the deer is cautious and listening.  you may never see it.  watch anyway