Never let a computer take a part

it is magnet not material

melting minutinity
the mental product of billions 
 

legged pests swirled around his ankles

headache of six pills

white haspel suit reflection

thinking  sharply of a girl

the sand burning his feet

and the day ahead

money

he stopped thinking

The maserati was scratched

caked leather

sure he felt a part of everything

sure he was grateful to his parents

he blamed them less than god

or creation

whatever left him with these mistakes

Escaping by  liquid exit

into not nonfiction

not knowing enough

what others know not

Leafs on haydn

B fifth

in the bombing
a cheery anthem

for the islanders

or war in peace

by skip spence

ahhh

‘Death, the old captain’ is often helping to weigh anchor