I am both fully awake and in pain at seven-forty AM I am now learning a new word - Imprimatur I am feeling a rough poem coming on... /
Here - I have been orange-dotted as if another fungal-blighted tree Spotted on for obvious lesions... /
When this gets real bad and we will not see that - not for quite some time yet .../
There - Careful - it takes us up with a broken concrete offering to David's uneven heat-scratched lawn of bastard grasses and inveterate weeds .../
This is it - this is falling apart with unknown shapes of years left having relinquished - by request - control by time - by illness - by love with shins purpled - stained under ripe scars and biting itches - my overnight monoculture blindly scythed by my bit fingers They are not your concern … Continue reading Leg Work
I just took a taste of my waking breath - it is no wonder then that we do not kiss .../
I tipped myself into half of an escape to sit alone on the in-laws' stairs - tilted there by my uneven troubles from imbalances set by disconnections .../
These day-in day-out mis-typings of small tap-tap-tap screen pokes - which I commit as my bad habit - weightless stabs in this landscape to stall that mental keel .../
It has been a month of slightness and shifts which can be described as 'incremental deterioration' in my overall condition ...
And here it crawls almost through me laying old lead pipes to siphon and drain..