POLVO-XO

polvo-xo

inconclusive vanity and

polvo-xo

words are easily altered to fit
appropriately per moment

this is now that, not meant
with intent. a duck quacks true

the universe knows

yrbff

20 slightly incorrect names for food

polvo-xo

how did you break your arm?
the bone snapped.
a professional
handshake
death grip of
sorts
proclaimed
from a made up status
of importance
the title of
higher archy-enemy
and delusions
of superiority
lead to broke bone smiles
with minuscule
heal time
lesson learned
hard ways

polvo-xo

straight ahead

polvo-xo

that skunk stench is right in my nose
of course i am in my truck
inside brave walls of comfort
of course not

it just means nothing to know
scurrying like a skunk to avoid a
foul smell is current reality

for shame
soceity

leading me to poison water with the
antidote and anti-depressant mood swingers
up down up, that stench
i am healed of health for now

polvo-xo

the jesus lizard water danced as though water was made of ballroom balsa wood. thin flaky, shaky, easy to breaky. fuckin’ shakey. held force up, up the forces of weight were not enough. down to the depths was all that was remaining as breath as a hammer fist, blunt force. rising from aquatic disaster nothing the same everwas nor shall be again. ghosting, toasting all the familar requieums hard poke finger pointing “YOU!”. it was the end, a dense chill, a fog blanket, a cleansing sigh of release. not the matter of now… passed. only the remember of the dainty raindrops smaller than skyscraper ant hills, downward holes in the center, never changing. oh the longing, for now, a chair small enough to support each leg, but density drawn by weight to ensure perfect balance. the couch chair seemed as flesh, not entirely, just enough to wonder when designed, was that the intent… flesh? as reaching for the couch, a thrust was placed to ensure he remembered the death, the afterlife, non-existance a memory. the water, the demise. once the dance, now the tomb. an enjoyment taken far less serious than identified.