in the still dark night
the black bird silently sings.
i hear soul music.
spartan
the fighting for scraps.
the racing chariots roar.
this is not sparta.
private lives
the caterpillar
prefers the warm sleeping bag
and some privacy.
sunny daze
the sun is sinking
into winter’s frosty breath.
i’m drowning in cold.
sand which
time is like beach sand.
we can see how much there is.
but not how to use.
fds
some ducks squabble
while others duck for fish.
fuck ducks suck.