May 9, 2019
fogged up millipede
almost all mist
faded away
within milliseconds.
the animal, it
suddenly appeared,
without warning.
a thousand feet
crept up the street
and stopped right
behind a stop sign, here.
a parasite resides
inside the hole of
the construction site
next to your house.
i think about missing you
and decide not to.
the whole of it
lies underneath
a blanket of thin air.
to get a hold of it
is simply, yet not only
a question of
who knows what.
driven by despair
i see it coming.
a truck maybe
but the again,
to realize the other day
is hard work.
no one likes it.
hand me a fork
and i will rake
the sugar hill.
tiny white crystals
spread out flat,
until the field reaches
up to your nose.
too many lines
to draw on.
is it the end
that you are gone
or just another
way to go?