greyskies for giggles

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sposed to be
is rarely understood.
that's why it's frustrating.
it's a paradox with guts
knotted by  injustices
the little ones , seeding.

i hear there's a tropical disturbance
in the gulf. it must be august.
your  back is wailing and i'm in place
a lot like purgatory without a reward to look
forward to. no matter how many votives burn
for me. in this realm time
is the only god.

(the other gods recoil in various stages
of disgust, horror, jealousy, cruel irony, amusement)

you are the perfect foil for my test of path
of least resistance. you are the eddy that swirls
in on itself, a vortex time falls into
compresses and disappears. on
this side of the hole, the sun does its thing
spin accomadates days as lettuce is to rabbit.

let's get on the road please, while the sky holds
our place in morning.