Saints

Blank pure air did it
one less swamp raindrop
Some holy day gave me
some belief
in what is not
 
 
Poem

Bernadette wants her sea salt
the governor wants his crops
They drink a lot of coffee
in my house
I need filters
 
 
Earth

     "In advance of the broken arm"
Weather pattern from the cape breaths color
into angle of light change cause you got to be poly
something to get ahead in this life. Along, without heads of
state the warm winds turned up the sea
Not to mention gravity. No clue or evidence just another
incident report. It can all be described by dance. Who invented
silence? John Cage, I'm surrounded by maple trees here.

Wind

When wind was weather
and all angry animals woke
up at night. The desire for
a kiss as sick as a need
for a fix. We favor a different
diet and nothing is normal here
before the sun goes daown. All
this disjunction makes us sad.
I vote for distraction