frisbee on the highway

[sweetwater]

complete the anything in pipes
and lines of bonging bongs

a spruce grove garlic
clove in the fulfillment
of holding an umbrella

on a crowded highway of frisbee
enthusiasts
too close to other passengers

and why it is raining
in the
restaurant above
the clouds
annoying the
lunatics below

the human
factory and spreadsheets

the
bookie's cookies
reading into the night
softings of wet whisperings
climax and denouement

stories of nobel
awk and awkward awkings
by stephen

breathing in the breath
the scenting perfumery
like the amazon woman
in plato's cave

in delightful embrace

replenishing the emptying
crevasse of lost
tidings treasures and the
watchmaker's orange

where some poems end as
some should not begin

… go play !