antantantantant

with a pixel

we search for

life on Earth

the quiet guy with

the books goes inside and

yells at himself

where are they?

the moon the crow

that belongs to this sound

men who dress

as skeletons we take

them for our fathers

little black beetles become the broccoli

the green egg is really green

the cats agree

rabbits act differently

than cats

pressure from

the nozzle the hose

doesn’t know it’s off

the fence is the gaps

between slats let’s

forget our manners

twin mist lit

meet she briefly

I never the Sun

in the curve in

the glass the sliding

bubble stops

he asks if bananas used to be tarantulas

deep in the river a tiny moth leaves my head

lost in thought

I become covered

in flies

pine cones hang like

the cocks of men who stand up

too quickly after making love

gazing on

her sleeping back

sounds of rain

forked lightening

out over the ocean

her warm fingers

evening breeze

a white moth floating

in the dishwater

pear slice falling

to the kitchen floor

pale moonlight