DUB RESISTANT HOME

 

Wounded by yesterday’s sandwich settled on overnight tuna mayo.

If you’re not writing well, then you’re not reading well so

Fix it up. They walk up and down looking for food, feeding, relaxing

After earning. You’ve got to earn it. Either that or go on a spree.

Answers to that don’t come easily or maybe they come too easily.

Taste some coffee look for trust,

The instinct of the word.

 

 

 Park time thud slow motion rattle 

Mixed martial arts Dad muggy and overzealous.

Quick helical scan

Suspended breeze, the ghost of rain on hold treading water

Cracked out camp in dispute over reality.

What threatens is lined up with more

On the periphery, lest the sheriff’s men are overwhelmed.

Kicking a determined shadow along a stretch 

Wound lined up in an embrace; so that when we fall back into each other’s moving arms we stay mycorrhizal, safe, and bioluminescent.

Picking along and bellowing against the heated edge saying “don’t run”. This is how we hover just above the future; proofed against the high-speed rejection network lest we face derailment. Once it starts to overflow spill and unravel the wasted time gets gelatinous, greasy out of control. 

 

 Push your kid on the swing; “we tell them they can do anything.”

Your craft is a bugged delicatessen full of fancy food. Ours is a runaway cheese burger, chased by a security guard floundering under the weight of all his gear. Throw it back in the water. Existential trilobite rapid response unit takes a break. Ice creams all round. 

We didn’t want to do it so why did you make us. 

Hiding now 

In the bushes

Waiting for winter.