About your daily intake

Eventually we will reach ourselves.

Hog tied in space.

Bound with brown tarp rope

in the two faced sky.

Where birds are swimming like fish.

Reversed logic. Hog tied in space.

I am a beautiful woman, really, somewhere inside.

Beautiful language is like walking down Park Avenue

and realizing there is nothing to buy.

Without arms to hold our bags of books, all written

and long past sarcasm.

In the two faced, directionless

depthless, moribund sky, things conflict.

Arranged to replace the fog, the emba nkment

full of stock character like the hours between their arrival

and doubtless departing slightly stirs,

the palette-smooth sunrays beam surprise smiles of sun.