dust is so small it finds its way in the cracks and forgotten pockets. The dust is never barred by any location or perimeter sockets! Thus: To the dust – we must!
fling caught up onto me like a loose string
attached like a bee, buzzing a thing
in yearning to build, a field of antagonisms yield
attempting to make the wrong
sing a song that can not belong
tho in desperate moves to be there, my visibility camouflages the sparkling flare!
while anticipating the arrival of a needed exercised sport.
my body & spirit throughly awakens through the melodic court !
‘the distance’ merely invites a motion or silent still
both of which can move a mountainous hill
further above, beyond and predictably ahead….
inquiring neighbors lounge, the graveyard of the dead.
though, the sprinkler system alarms the lawn to spawn a reactive measure,
set adjacent to the milk, honey, & pleasure.
it is by an outdated refrain,
i have foreseen the capable and much needed domain.
along the way : eye noticed a pink rhinoceros reading a thesaurus! i asked : why not read the dictionary instead? he replied: “cuz decaying definitions are less savory than cinnamon synonyms! + reading for too long is a double dread for my nose-horned head!
for among the predictability of noise, melody always finds its way to the top. a groove can’t be forged or traded for naught!

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dust, we must!, 08/20/2016
designers street, 3/21/2017
ambiguous windows, 4/28/2018
Awh-Gust 8/1/2019
oddly specific, 8/28/2020
scribble dribble, 2/7/2021
serenade or fade? – 08/24/2022
sunset analysis – 10/21/2023
build, yield – 04/21/2024