the fenestration
clear from my demonstration.
murky vocation.
wet and red
i take my wet blood
and smear it across the sky.
beautiful sunset.
sun of summer
the summer of dreams.
i wonder if it was true.
did the sun smile down?
fine feather
on a grey, brown bough
bird preens and hops to and fro.
singing notes, hello.
lived livid
once in a lifetime
is more than enough penance.
for life never lived.
summary execution
in the nick of time
fall kicks lazy summer out.
unwanted house guests.