The ginger creeps up like a neighbor or good friend checking in then witnessing a crack in the lifeline noticing blurry reflections like a crystal tequila bottle searching for a purpose it can never find.
I'm lost in the sunrise penetrating through the showers of last nights conversations nestled on the roof of my mouth like a bird hiding from gods demanding communications. Drinking in the winds prudence while leafing nonstop through remaining patterns set in perpetual motion by witches and promotions and cautionary tales of traumas and sickness and death.
Coyote stars circle the clouds coughing up moon particles, spitting pine trees, piercing rainbows in the dark. Rattlesnake grass slithering with the wind, cutting signs in the dirt, poisoning buried skeletons, smoking crushed snails at first light.
Scorpion girls heart is peaked with a crows beak, bleeding fleas on the living room rug, biting at the covered tables, spraying scars on greedy legs.
Stars plus grass plus girl on screaming beach with cracked fire shells in the raging sun concealed by the forests fingers finds eagle man in the midst of chewing leaves on the quicksand moss, munching hives of bees and drinking gardenia flavored coconuts forevermore.