After a good meal, though,
It all settles under a fresh drizzle
Preparing bark and bole for their adornment.
Rip out that crap! Ignore
Each & every line of our burden of bloody poetry.
We should not see this
Not really be blind but
Just be somewhere beyond this banallest of visions
To be where the words can't tell us
Where we are anymore.

Matters of light & joy to adjust
Like painting the house, cooking, raising children
Watching them grow as we grow older
Oh, and wiser, passion sloughed off and
Becalming ourselves into some new youth then
Click! The lights turned out.
The world trundles off, unknowable.
We share the smile of God and Angel
And start again, rejecting