sad day #2 draft

but not unto me

I'm happier than ever

really

watch the fleas gather 

in the grasses

and speak to my keyboard 

and words not yet born 

feel unkind 

a woman in line observed

I felt her kind 

and semi-shady 

I knew when I stare at the lady 

its a sad day



untie the faultlines/the clouds are spiritless
I sing a hymn from the earthborn church
and prowlers lurched, like unshingled spines
crack and shatter
an angel: heavens flatterer
its a sad day for all I gather






sad