none can catch the jungle's son

sweat thump I am drum
race with the tree-swung young one
drum run my earth lung

my tenure as daybreak's shutter operator

carefully holding
watch wait for bold faces; here
show you tomorrow

sister carried this with her for a lifetime

sure soft foot movement
clothed in a field of sky folds
and time was a place

the most exciting home decorating adventure she's had yet!

holy moley mother
have you seen that other and
so clever curtain

it was the only place the great blind giant could not crush, and for such a small reason

he plunged through the gates
the end of our town, our lives
stopped by a whisper

tuesday teeters over the coattails of staggering tom

tip top hat to you
do tell me have you the time
today is turvy

a perplexing purpose

like a bottlecap
clinging tightly to its home
made to bend away

the progeny of a moving conception

forget those blankets
the air will be your cover,
red-born sleeping one

selling wings for words

soaring higher still
laid open all to eye, yet
could not share so far

he was determined to bring the brightest light into the darkest room

hear those thunderous
pitfalls and repetitions
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