Tilted
Hindered by passing breezes
Not trying to cause a fuss of course
Just
Sneezes
Rhythm upset
I’ll get there yet
Not trying to make a scene you know
Just
Woolgathering
Mossrolling
Dustgrowing
Oldening
Closefoldening
I’m not trying to upset anyone right now
I’m just
endlessly circling
prey that won’t die
For in the vulturesphere I must fly
mindlessly kindling
snatches of flame
not even visible in the corners of frames
a spark looks better in the dark you know
A cat or not on a tree in the woods
Those bundles of barbs you’re trundling towards… look pretty sore I’m sure
No, to tell you the truth,
the man we’re looking for is filled with restless reckless youth
Not a guilty branch tied to a tilting tree
Tooth to a string to a door
Feet nailed to the floor
Sprite sprung from a spore
Glistening with listless slivers
Hardbound with shadowed shivers
Every perceivable evil
accounted for and available by email
Supply and demand
the invisible hand
Argue till dawn
Leave it unplanned
but I
Out of steam
Did not wish to disturb the other’s order
my role just to look and learn and
rot
perhaps,
see what the others have got
