the startle of birds

maybe 15 minutes between rows

black plastic

shining back the heavy oregon heat
of a sun moving to it's setting degree


tone deaf
in the mouth of thee




I spread my heart
across the cusp of two setting days

to sleep.
Accounted as only the /real/
and blooded do.

Watching those who pretend to gape for
the lawyered maw

only the sweet faced.gravel bottoms talk to me
in the end.