Kitten Needles/Ridgeline Traps

.ebb flow..
sólo dos bolos por oso
.crystal break.
fracture, no mistake
.thread the needle with the pins..
never win.

glinting in still air
filmy and opaque
sunlit asbestos fiber
or a distancing mistake
stuck between a dream and a very real place
web-coated dreariness or purple/black space
lethargy is calling our name
and sleep's growing in the windowpane
     sin saberemos


thimbleweeds would suit us fine
cyclonic whirlwinds would be divine
the gusts and blows we do adore
but nobody enjoys a slamming door
let's raze the earth and set wind free
we'd stand in it eternally
let's turn our globe relief-free
- The Flags' Song



a whisper sent from us to you
arcs invisible to a fractal Moon
bright and high and reckoning
count back time until first spring
will Luna see our earnest eyes
hear our pleas or mock our cries?


over the crest we rest
past the point of toil
gravity conquered once and for all
but briefly
we'd walk anywhere to wend our ways
there's no last laugh at the end of days
just dust, sun, sighs and gusts
nobody to place the cairns
a little pile of rocks
nobody to place the cairns
just dust, sun, sighs and gusts
there's no last laugh at the end of days
we'd walk anywhere to wend our ways
but briefly
gravity conquered once and for all
past the point of toil
over the crest we rest



check the filters clean the trap
perhaps just go and have a snack
the god of whimsy might give it back
but chances are you're better off
wearing new clothes clean and soft
than searching dryers endlessly
for socks stolen by the god of lost things



her nose black and soft and pollen-glazed
she lies still in the gardenias wide eyed in alertness
motionless
her only defense a dapple
or a chance of sunbeam angle
If they hunt by smell or sound or sight she can be safe
if only she remains
fawn
pray reefs of devil's club her home


oral or written we'll take what we can
but remembering always the admonition
We weren't there, we didn't see
It is forever mystery
approach the future Existentially
and live your life as if you're free.
: history or herstory we're all singing our own story