Kickin tin

The substance of nails
Hair maybe skin
The folly of follicles
What are we thinking?
Maybe not you and me but someone
Weighing what it is to be
Nailing down the nails
In my dreams I erode them
Weigh them down
Tip to tip to tip
And then we all rest for awhile
Horns and tips
Frosted tips
Better cuts under the setting sun

two lips

are pressing up from
down under
eager to rise and get going
little fronds tentacles
green fingers telling us it's time
wee bulbs
shots of dutch courage
and all that blooms on the inside
little petals
little shrines
little lips
puckering
x marks the spot

Frack Aso at the Esperanza Peace and Justice Center

Walkies

When out strolling along
Nestled in rubber Hunters
Defiant of puddles and all things
mud
Be prepared to be assaulted
In the alley
Through the panes
Territorial canines ready to pounce
Or, at least give you
What For!
Offa my street
Bipedaler
Keep on movin
Slick

Westerlies

The wind is kissing the bamboo chimes
All nuzzles and rhythmic whispers
A wave of snow still blankets the yard
The other day, a butterfly
Defiant and flittering
Close your eyes
Listen
The boughs are buoyant
The limbs are restless
Knocking down the doors connecting heart chambers
A little coil of spring

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skin

as above
so below
thinking that the gold dust silkening dust is maybe
not for me
but thanks all the same
i have my potions
my jams
my jellies
some of them even prescriptive
Rx marks the spot
one day i'll have figured it out
how to ease and soothe
how to slough off the bits of mortal coil
that no longer cling
until then i'll keep on
scritchin
nails to dermis
scritchoos

No jokin

Hey hey
Ho ho
Fossil fuels have got to go
Hey hey
Ho ho

Chants up and down the Ave
On Fossil Fools Day

Loud in voice
Intimate in number
Ever swelling

Hey hey