trans am full of bullet holes

Perhaps we can make use of it one day:
The hovering of wasps around the pool,
The sense of something big about to break;
The heat that pressed against you like blanket.
Driving so many hours with the music
Seeming more real than these barricades & cones
& when you return, scant shelter in the rented
Gathering of gewgaws, blinds drawn.

Ace Doubles. (via hlavaty)

inherit the windmill

Surviving geezerhood.

seeking to be known
sporadic thirst
as drowsiness steals over me
at the red light
it doesn't mean i should sleep
it doesn't mean i should sign my name
to a wasp decoy
no real wasp nests anywhere near to

TRE45ON

Kristin Ryling books.

Black asterisk bobbing
Lazily in the dense heat
Like the "bouncing ball" in a cartoon singalong:
Wasp.
Negligible, like a shooaway fly
But with all the compacted power
Of a fire snake

We have trespassed on your domain
It is no wonder
Our houses receive your minute inspection
It is geometry which joins us
We both love geometry

Thus our fates entwine
Ours in building square
Yours in seeking corners
It is war
Perpetual
If only from our fear
For the truth is,

Like rain flung against pylons,

You don’t even know that we are there