divergent wishbone stump

 

ears scooped the twain tree

not the same wind, maybe the same storm don't remember

wazzunt tracking any atmospheric river or its hiccups

another tree  bolted one sprig one way

left the better root bound to stay the course

in the city, it's doomed too

in the nature, it has years, decades, a century or two 

z walked out from the shakedown

we'll spend the summer bucking wood for next winter

keep the red sea musk tube riviera to former gaza project 25, 

z has a thick bunion that why he wears kevlar jammies

tack the fence back together so the dog don't run

sweep up cart off the sticks leave the chipped mulch

or walk around, climb, take a moment to enjoy

wind pulls every wishbone

you think you won, 

no. no. no, 

tass gets shown the door that the AP isn't invited thru

carving the turkey left unsigned back to europe's canopy 

rooting for stability while off the beaten path,

same wind still blows the drones around, alliances dry

shed, root into mulch which does far more productive

work as nourishment than as gutter clogger

tho the galoshes industry thinks different 

nw pdx

garbage

page views 7 days? 

so I got one page view from the USA, none from europe

my stats list 4 poems viewed. 

 among them:

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behind nsa tines

mind the chatter and pass the platter mr nsa
nickled and dimed on the end of a tine
"to rage, to set on fire------"
obsolete, "to shut in or enclose"
jays shriek bloody crow murders all around also cats
&a hawk hunting the freerange chickens
"troubled or distressed"
so LIKE a teen, pushing every idea
around the plate mrs nsa
with a digital fork
who's behind the times of tiney devil prongs
whose behind indeed,
caterwauling "Ne was there slave,
                              ne was there medicine
                              That mote recure their wounds;
                              so inly they did tine"
a spear for each gleaning
the thresher in our granary
sifting, combing our tun of info
far after the fact
pointeth out little red hen to those who only want to eat
our privacy and give none back.

undisclothed

  

Comfort zone no mans land 

Got a few splinter 

Leaping fence, riding split rail 

Barbed wire limbo  

The hide tuft wind can't evict 

Quicker it's drank hotter it gets 

Wind sounds huge but trees largely rooted 

Top of skyline jets flight path yank 

Their quills from fuselage, 

Logos off the cockpit beak 

Get that last rivet tight, larry 

No moe says starbuck 

Boing off the mast curly slacking 

Ah man break he shout 

Pinecone bounces off yurt metal roof 

Now dat a storm 

Weathermen intone down valley  

Hold onto yer britches the comfort zone 

Blow up the hyped advisory 

Got a shiver in me timbers 

Undisclothed location, Oregon 

Noggin sap

  

Wake up under a tree hundreds of years 

Thick, what builds time  impetus 

No fire to repel 

No breeze opens pages 

Do some laps, go soak 

Compare contrast bodies 

Smile mostly or avert 

Must be nice rich by the pond 

Leaves sink sons sink 

Come visit and feed scowls or put pep

In the bonfire stare 

Three hundred sixty five times four

Plus another half year 

His uncle born during the civil war 

Put that in your noggin, sap