One Scoop
Sleep vibrating equation. Crunch infestation,
hovel getting chewed. I notice myself cracking.
I will stop. I’m doing countermeasures. Time
disperses underwater. Eight comprised my
rowing crew. Gaggle gradually dwindled. One
man show. Camera operator is a tripod. Have
heart, have guts, plentitude rod cells. I earned
okapi stripes, then I wrapped them. My guide
teaches me smile without clog. Free soap,
her visits are rare, quite notable. Eventual
lesson count projected far above stars. I’m
feeling dippy. Feel heedless, crabby, my
misstep. A greenhorn apprentice juggling
kitchen scissors. Alive, delicate grasp. I
want more information. Raven box doing
damage. Deep underground military base,
long crawl, need fresh air. I land hard,
improperly. Groan an ugh. Setting any
New England street. Last one standing.
January day, white, muffled, gray. Shock
hospitable temperature way above freezing.
Inky pothole puddle present. Melted snow,
prompt cyclopean dilation. Copper Canyon
occupying incorrect zone. Polymer clay
between my ears.