Lufting

Space     chimes     sparse     songs
Air         mattress   lufts
                                  this
                                  stack of strangers
                                  upon black heavens.

Our    intercostal    cages
                                  catch soft circles of breath
                                  then release.

                                  catch.
                                  release.

Knotch a furry dart of sky
Spear the stratosphere straight through

                                  'til morning.

And that vagrant thought:
                                                              [why this         
                                                               comes to pass?]
               lingers
               just beyond
               the periphery of my concern.


               like a shy coyote.

Not at my most productive

Dint do much
Don't feel do muching
Woke with snorethroat
                   fading verbs of espionage.
                   The dream is hid.
                   Mouse squeak bluster
                                      scatters twigs
                                                         drink lids.

The many mounting laundry
                   list insists:  respond
                                      reply
                                      review
                                      revisit
                                      respite

  but me don't.
  duck down to dally books and bibliocafe
                                      chug chocko
                                      mental masticate
                                      sling slack leg from
                                      high chair.
                                      flex me rib cage
                                                         like the slender sole.

As me bloated viscera
                   droop and pine for fir spiral

1 plastic gator lounges long on moss mound.