(July 2023. Daopoem with me, Billy, and Matt.)
i peeked through the keyhole of heaven
and saw the likeness of angels but they
laughed at naughty things
bathe the pelican in cries of desert down
uplift this fishy promise from the dead sea
words curl off the salty edges of old papers
the chain dragging dancing tosses sparks
behind the tow truck along the flint road
Words drip down the shower wall
and fly out my nail beds into the air
like I bend them or something
The paltry eureka of another collected
madness
The yellow rose of undoing
wrought as i am with the snake of my life
lengthening & tangling as i eat square pixels
simultaneously the future space to be filled
shortening
Beatin' Paths ~~~ The journey to the Great American Novel 