Mornings are always difficult to walk on, This inflamed right heel, and last night’s Restless leg syndrome are like an Alcoholic’s hangover every time When I throw my legs Over the edge of the couch
An eyewitness reports they see Mirages of the Executive Branch, All the macabre incumbents Sit their chins on mountains and thorny stones. The incumbents show their Faces in the mountains of Douglas ferns, Like a fortress of eggs in the incubator Kept secretly. If only we did, if only we would Listen closely, we will hear The dirges running through wailing scriptures. To open our eyes and find The largest constellation to be seen, but never seen, It is the face of God we understand Of our individual intuitive nature to rationalize Pardons and “pace yourself,” pacers.
All of the filtration systems Filter the water Jesus walked on. Delicate desperation of his water is providing Dehydration to communities, Like bad circulation and a shortage of platelets For the cactus wren in Tucson, Arizona. The weather reports oxygen compresses In our lungs, and there will be taxes Owed by human procurators, like mortgage Payments for household appliances.