saturday & whatever
is planned goes undone
because hey it’s not
like it isn’t saturday
so just piss right off
until the middle
of next week when
we look forward
to another & then
shit will get done
in anticipation
of another day off

the funeral tie
undoes itself
against all hope

super flower
blood moon
is best
kaiju ever

hey someone said
ketchup was good
on eggs so I tried it
& it’s okay but not
earth shattering
which is good
I guess because
otherwise there
wouldn’t be
any more eggs

whatever
the grass
knows it
loses when
mown &
grows new
memories
each dew
fall yet
trees know
nothing of
this sacrifice
& toss
leaves across
morning lawns

between two words
unfurls infinite space
to breathe again