toss turn into composting dreams under living redwood
atop redwood needle salad of limbfronds
storm produced a makeshift blind, large branches
bent elbow compound fractals the street view two hundred feet away now serene
other than a remote toy xar someone races updown deserted thorofares
had a stuffed pizza before bed piled thick
like my nest a foundational crust, a sauce and silken sleeping bag, wool blanket spunach, pine cone black olives, and a cheese atop tarping my triangle of circles with vackpack under head like the handle of rim crust, stuffed with ricotta
ate into a coma of salt and fat, having closed day at work fiddling with a hundred dollar tip from gloria
and a busride o'er tabor as pea sized hail pelted
us around montavilla , our pi square
and blankets askew as i elbow lean to hold my tablet slate chisel set, morning nigh
freeway traffic ebbing surging my ibuprofen now dissolving spine mind into limber slumber lumber.
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