Cave Life

I had to close up the cave for the night too much moon and too few days left outside in the sun so to speak moon could wait any old time what it is best at could we remember other reports of the Memories we traded built with sticks and stones you know which way is up I asked halfway through well that depends they said strictly speaking

Let The Fan Run

The idea is too hot moon over dust and oaks a hollowing out night under them A fancy thought inside the room where cool dark travels past understanding clock pillow noise rust soap water please please

Enough Already

Enough already time to remember the time before so many trash cans with their trash time to wipe the dust particles away from each and every flat surface inside the cans no matter which way you look there is the moist passageway connecting the steam plant inside my other dream of you we watch billowing trauma forgotten your teeth so white your hair so dark many times past think about the West see how pleased

Stay Awhile

Why stay here when you can broiling spaghetti on a rock baked nuance hidden in plain sight another nice in your belt while what becomes otherwise surprise so shrilly announced unlike a surprise at all only unexpected pressure

New Days

Waiting for the new days keep the direct sun off no air con so they flock up here nothing else to do with it so what else could happen but what will need to do otherwise we could become the rest of what claims to be a sort of family with two or more mothers wouldn't you know it the time it takes to sneeze and they appear without announcing

Breeze

Oaks on top of the ridge grow in the mystery dust shadows splashing under branches birds flit to the oaks geese alongside the sun becomes another sun each hour new sun

Day Drop

Day drop in capsule of wind the next problem is absent no to gamble of sun When will it be darker days this fast why did we need to go that far away from glance towards me before I go stay some time soon we will leave here together