Jethro Null

On endless angles

And fade into a cartooned haze

Lightly remembered

Just tears my soul to shreds

Morning

Will serve me up my dregs

Coyote

Steals twilight with four legs

Beetles

Stay busy: colored pegs

to spread your soultaxed mineralwings over a lake sized slab, then skate past umpteen nūdredged yestermares

Do this

slideslice through the sparklepods of strawberry chokko digiHugs

Try hard

to update your beloved cache of blissified phoneyLuv

And then

So i coddled it for days

Caressing it’s rainy spikes

Over and over and then

I saw them on the mountain

With their kids in tow

And I realized—with awkward relief:

We’re All

Equally

My little venetian mind

And flick the slats

Up/down/up

Pursued by moons

I have lost my touch

Scraping away at small ideas

Feeling no balance

and Clanking around like a numb child

with pockets

I realize that it’s time

To put my tail between my legs and allow the ragged wings of legislated belief to strafe me, like slathering bats, and

After the pompDrooling into duct-taped megaphones; carefully design a lucrative concept for blaring out crummy streams of stickman phoneyluv.

(to the tune of many fingers snapping over cracked cups of espresso)

In 20

23

It crashoccured

to me

I’m spinning crafted empathy

–A retro, blind

affinity—

For everything

They’re telling me.

(Sameness

is

the Lameness, see?)

For Individuality

Breeds not marginality

But is the very thing

that seeds

Our kool

Familiarity…

Resplendent in Calamity

Let’s think

in Sweet

Reversity

A nascent

Re-cosmology

With you and you

and you

With the celebrated delineations

Of our own harsh

[#*^%>\£*’ing]

Limitations.

A shaky green blip

On a glassy screen

A wing

In the wind

Out of range

Crosshatched shadows

In my sketchbook

Just legacy ink

On a page

A wavy reflection

Of a laughing old man

Familiar in name

But still strange

The back of my hair

And a grey steering wheel

Trees blurring by

In her gaze

A music box hidden

From time and space

One footlight

Still there

On the stage

One day

When that’s all

That is left

Of me

She’ll remember

By dreaming