loose threads

Alligators and crocodiles are living underneath the floor boards
but they are excellent mothers

my old dog walked past me last night
in this life his ears are shorter

the sun is weighty
like goo

the shade is quiet and soft

tea is my religion
one sip then two

routines get shuffled out of place

and unless the roots beneath my feet
hold me in place, I become a tumble weed

spirals and lines and semi circles
cubes and squares and tiny quarters


the green of pistachio ice cream

all the music of brian eno

spaces where sounds are not
and people haven't been

patches of calm in a city

cluttered with heat, dust,

look up into the blue
cloud smiles
dog laughs

loose threads on that t - shirt
stawberry shortcake pink

and all the coming and going
like an episode of mash
with much less elegant timing

and the little animals that watch
and shake there head because you forgot you are one

sunburns
and liquid

and wading pools of thought

only loose threads
loose
threads