of sledgehammer on maul
the log splinters and exposes
a story of parallel channels of pathways
reaching in one direction - skyward
tonight the spirit of woodsmoke
will journey well past the
highest green dent
in the heavens
it’s a double-hawk dive of black ink wings but plummeting “w’s” in a blue sky need a vowel WoW
just one time say I still love you during one of my swearing rages when a vocal strain of mine enters the air smacking it with inflamed fists elbow slams and kung fu heels of fury my revenge lacks c
in the dream of a memory at times familiar faces in odd outfits mouth words they’d never speak in places and situations they never were this is history rewritten in warped mist something the awakened