Out
listen now,
wrinkling husk of the wheat:
now or then,
it did not matter,
but forgone,
it comes back around again.
come down out of there,
now. tend to that mess before supper – no chance to get out of the house, again.
the disarray!
standing, splayed -
overgrown, lonely,
half-awake.
blasted, or washing away.
words aplenty, nothing to say.
through his night where even demons
find the story mundane,
starving for knowing before
dew and the shakes