The boom years
in the eyes

Getting lost at seaside games

Ranting “Cheating!”
out clearly

Offering energy to
gray yellow bulbs

I’m so happy

I have a faulty outlet I’m
so happy to have
a faulty outlet

I have a hermeneutic home I’m
so happy to have
a hermeneutic home

I have a sense of time I’m
so happy to have
a sense for time

I have a loose plug I’m
so happy to have
a loose plug

What can you do? The
world is too much
on occasion

Alter Out

Coming back inside my skins I am
the only one I will to
clean my feet

Chesed? Non-Euclidean?

To be considered ‘I deserve a Sabbath’

Some thing else is always getting
to gripe about

How did we live or
understand how it slows

If I am not that some thing

If we entertain something else wiping
down my feet