machine: rejection / when there is no way back /
there is always / the next map
machine: rejection / when there is no way back /
there is always / the next map
What then, almost at an end
this month… we’ve had quite
the Fool’s Spring Prelude
our hopes lead toward
talks of the garden
these nights a man might grow
back into a bird into a lizard
some feathered gator
razor teeth sitting waiting
that 2nd eyelid closed
at rest aware
it creeps up sudden-like
doesn’t skitter
no not some wharf possum
more like plodding focused
there is intent oh yes intent
the silent genes kick in
latent DNA manifests
you don’t notice
you’re not a man
you don’t notice
you’re resting
and your eyes are open
like a dog a hawk
a river lizard