Training the smelly bears on messed up menu
It's difficult and it is reasonable to fear
Hunger of overgrown beast
So, grow not
Pathetic way it is to substitute...
While the cities multiply
Obscuring the dark prism
Of primeval suspension
In the path of a beam of yet "unbossed Sun"
Plywood in my kitchen cabinet
No groceries. Car out of fuel.
Halt. Prime numbers come out of bees and bugs.
The ghosts of explored terrain watch over as;
The woodcutter is at work.
Mercurial substances, Jovian spirits
Halt again.
Snag. Snap out of it.
Pull out of mud, muck and shit.
Bathe.
Under.
Naked.
Sunrise.
Alone.



© EdwardConnor