oh dumpster fire garbage compactor 

let me just be something

after the long winter

and whining about it all

splinter into different tasks

check box tic tac toe

masks the glut

slow descent rapidly accelerates

but a burning planet

burns faster with the winds of spinning

regret is a fossil record

vestigial limbs lost in rock

sword in the stone

cock blocked by the earth between

alone and lonely


spinning tighter now

proud of nothing new 

cue the copper ring

spring from the pipe

over ripe unbroken skin

mansion of rot

cot of cotton yellow rotten

ill-begotten forgot

spot the outlier

plier it out without remorse

coarse fingered and rough

bluff a plumed chest

test the waters

daughters into a new century

blurry outline

feline and fecund

moribund social circle

percolate the grounds

bounds to become an oval

rove all over the city 

literally failing 

trailing receipt papers

capers too mild 

unwild and quiet

tie it up with a thread

bed before dusk

tusking the frozen dirt

shirt stinks 

thinks about life

wifing with new wifi

deify the pedestal

appall the apostle 

pestle the mortar

border the scene

queen the crown

gown of squeaking silk

milk of honey

money all special treats

beats food and rent

bent beliefs 

thiefs for a loaf

autotroph anyway

stay another round

found out it’s fine

pine or birch

search the coffin

soften the velvet

covet thy neighbor

savor the feeling

reeling in the new spins

rinse cycle the thoughts

snots blown 

flown down to the shore

gore dropped crab

collab with gravity

brevity only sweetens

deepens the unknown

thrown a light

might glimpse shadow

endow the dark

mark missed means

sistines all over again

when adams reach

peach it fuzzes

buzzes up the brain

grain of truth

tooth of gum

from the mouth

south global warming

charming winter snow flake

slake off the cold

hold no one high

try to put in

tin the writing

biting salt

fault unto empire

umpire the big game

shame the oil

recoil the recall

small and sole

foal in the glen

when will it run

gun it from the heat

bleat it from the lamb

damn the others

smothers the embers

remembers the stove

love on the back burner

earn earner earnest earnestest

best not to be late

wait for good things

sings the kettle