Of feed and flesh and touching
but not of feeling oh no
how could one feel
penuries greet foreclosure to appropriate
inter-determinacy
how one procures the other
so as to never feel again
as if tao is body and te
a taken road
go short or long with them tendons
fleshed gristle to muscle
ta songes
des songes
the moon has stopped lingering
do not lean over to stir or pluck its rapture
nod wink or nibble at the gelish
curtsy tipping sideways
the times have lost their caring and poise
neither myth nor tale will announce us
we need des carrures
shorted and swapped skulls and sky
torture food for fortune food deftly
around spokes that reveal
duplicity is soleil
sans couture
second hand language
miteuse
here are victims and no perpetrator
designs demanding form
we roost by
sans culture sans cesse
found used or unused we deliver then wither
seismic activity that strikes and we are
or else the wheels of narrative
nuanced but also messy
will feed greed
as we cannot remember what we did not see
stray and cyber haired drones
familial or social construct
reflective not restorative
thrashing about
politics is in the way
and time with a calming eye for material and labor
from which spirit (querulous as ever)
may or may not materialize
wants to be heard
we’ll board a state of mind to doodle it all
jiggered doses of adapt and cooperate
longitudinal studies and ankles
denuding need to taste
to stir the future
world fair to rigidly amorphous throttles
short or long on distraction
des cantinières
letting in the now and we.