adam and eve and barnacle breathing
under partisan particle leaving
i'm stationed facing my maker
crutches touching under my ankles
more just a screen with a hanger
chose rigid gaps for slaver
mask in the gutter with shea butter
shiver in the river capsized
the glimmer that baptized
to simmer with tape decks
peel the skin from the apple slow
foggy blades i've eulogized
grave digging the supersized mind of gluttonous puns
dumb subtleties cumbersome
bed wetters are troublesome
i was already an old man with a death wish
now a middle-aged escapist with no room to grow
walked a maze in the garden rows
take my face from the shelf
talk to the lake and the elk
where have you been all my life? my life