pennies in a porcelian Money Cat
(a klink, car horn in the distance)
steamy sun
bleached the sky white
stained the clouds cream
(i agree, the sun, a mindless god
and where were we when the world was created?
bathed in glorious, light
surrounded by Nature, part of it
our brotherhood, our common link
have we abandoned humanity, abandoned ourselves so?
but with hope, animalism creeps back through
but more-no, inside of us something,
at least a one truth)
it's Sunday, and so the fort is filled with smoke
linens like lungs
we're children waging and imagined war
a cough and a curse breaks through the thicket
in a box, isolated, away from the river
it's slow moving waters-clear and reflecting infinity
(deny!) the ground still wet with dew
i look out my window
a gull floats by, croaking along the way
more enlightened than most
today is honey,
where are you?
