earth

the dark night
spreads its diamond canopy.
i’m swaddled now.

the stick in your mouth,
longer than your feathered breast.
pretty winged builder.

the patter of feet
with socks only halfway up.
stalking rug bunnies.

a blemish of green.
hope springing eternally.
but no spring has sprung.

the stretched yawn of day
as its blond head rises up
to be beaten down.

sucking on exhausts
drunk upon the thickest smog.
business as usual.