the godhead in me head
over thinks over draws
giant loopy corn fields
spindles and spines like
funky alien lollipops
skylines of falling sunflakes
the godhead in me head
over thinks over draws
giant loopy corn fields
spindles and spines like
funky alien lollipops
skylines of falling sunflakes
the left knee locks like bristle blocks
in single digit temperatures / stand long
enough you start to understand
how an abstract sculpture
could mistake itself for a tree
the ice sickle sun erases
the godhead shadows
of modular mid-century towers
built behind every known unschedule