Battering Ram, Pam OR There’s a Hole In Our Boat

I’m just a walloped
and bewildered barnacle
I am molasses.

I carry my own
burden like a globe. And yet;
a floating feather

I find there is no
choice in forward. Go, be pulled.
Be an awkward mess.

Sometimes it’s best to
get out of the rain and wash.
Rain stinks like earthworms.

It’s cloudy and there’s always
construction and food for thought.

Battering Ram, Pam OR There’s a Hole In Our Boat

July Practice in a Foreign Place ALSO, 1 O’clock OR It’s Too Hot/Cold/Rainy Which Actually Means It’s Not 72 Degrees and Sunny

Music can be a
little lonely when you play
it always alone.

ALSO,

The world shivers but
from red rage, hunger, blindness
I need a sandwich

OR,

It’s always sunny
Rain comes but great<once>while
And people shit: bricks.

July Practice in a Foreign Place ALSO, 1 O’clock OR It’s Too Hot/Cold/Rainy Which Actually Means It’s Not 72 Degrees and Sunny