With cigarette lit, light shaken to smoke
the stained-dark wood humors him, veneer flame
(the face of walnut branch sliced though). Match, tamed,
he holds it up, a thinned threat, a black joke
against the grain. Sputter; laughter, sulphur
eyes burn, acerbic wit. Chain “cancer sticks”
perk him up, the OC litany, wicks
shrunk, properties lost and women’s offers…
palms up for fallen angels, mischief shrug.
Stiff jackknife snaps home. Done whittling chunk
to only shavings, air. Almost a monk,
long-suffering ticks, slowed tock, ignored smug
hound. Old clock yammers on, how bodies wind
down. Key critch, resets from digital watch.
- after crack of thunder notice change in the air pressure, a low draws my heat clouds as angels descend a downpour leaves no part of me untouched, it turn me over...
- Forest Refuge Forest Refuge Pass trunk to trunk your movements, a pulse of an organelle in the forest cell. The bars of the conifer grove denote home. The fibrous living welcome mats...