scruff by the husk

(gonna lose this beard)
it drones me mad

itching by remote operator deep inside my skin
sunflower empathy, the season

grills us all by the carbon tick
night is not a period

nor a coma (inside a nap)
it is a seed sack of follicle frenzy that taunts my bluejay

who's gonna get the beard by the scruff of (the husk)
&find what's inside

(light's food
 made of wool)




October 19,  2012 se Portland