this thick clot in life.
barricaded by bad luck.
hemmed in on all sides.
the lessening
so many writers
are obtuse and long winded.
my kingdom for less.
hearthily dancing
licking quick fingers.
the blue and orange dancing.
the warmth of my hearth.
dead air
between the pauses
of my breath i remember
the living moments.
drowning
the long stretched out angst.
clanging echos against sky.
a john the baptist.
raining resurrection
let the rain burn down
the houses that man has built.
resurrect nature.