Gritted minds of holy spectacle jaws:
granted deep, in throats of wandering chests
breathe hard upon a ground like thuds of hooves
upon the body of earth, from a stray horse–
red eyes angry breath–stomped
fields of gleam, dew sing and sing
like a lost ghost in need of comfort.
We are all so together–we are all so alone,
green green green of all that exists:
in eyes of forgotten hope, when
we know the best is just a facade
of you and you and you and me and
we are of no good no good no good.
As brazen shoulders, heavy–pushed
down upon the tops of our heads,
yelps of pups in search of grocery markets
and yellow flowers: chewed mud, spat
out upon the open golden fields.
Of hay and metal–a tint of the sun
bent sideways: a beam a tunnel,
miscellany sorts of entrances going
deep through our eyes–in trance,
we hover until there is no ending, in
bits of sounds we wander throughout.