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drought of a pluviophile
Jan 31, 2022
they cascade
like cataracts,
the concepts…
submerging
this terra firma,
but then…
ghost.
most unfortunate
for Buttonman’s
lips fixin’ to meet
the centaur’s;
or for the
human-
tumbleweeds
in mid-twist
fixin’ to
rob a bank;
or for the
aye-ayes
fixin’ to save
sleepers from
psycho-killer
bedposts;
et cetera.
and so,
these
“fixin’ tos”
(to which this
quiescent
land is
betrothed
the most)
sleep.
their future…
their fixture…
unfixed
(perhaps
a hint to
rigor mortis)
pending
the next
downpour
on this
socal
coast.
