pop

This space needs to
come back up
this space needs to
be open to me
and to
my mind

to the thoughts of my mind

*

superstition is/is not
in the equation
of this Anthrocene age

?

ponder your infinities

*

you mouth
anything up and
it drains all away
it blows all away
you mouth up the rain
then the fishing
goes grey
still, my guitar hand
is strong today
and come what may
I hope stronger
tomorrow and tomorrow
and tomorrow
now is the summer
of our main intent
tone. is all in
the fingers, in
the hands
in the lines
and in
the strings
oh, good job.
I will say more

tomorrow

but remember
mouth anything up
and it all
goes
away