Alligators taste reflection books from my heart inside the walls of idiosyncrasy walnut pieces dipped in the water-cherry sauce animal lover america lover people lover kisses of the sky tangent to the angles that ride the night green-blue monsters attack those that fear nothing but the afternoon with no darkness with moon pie penmanship that leads to nowhere where is that? i don’t know what it takes to be up to my standards of how to be that dew-drop hill that is over the horizon it sinks beneath the god-forsaken earth that is bound to its orbit even though the sun is breaking away red tide grass clippings that i hold dear to my evil-scented memories of what was and what could be the misery stands still… and then darkness
