Evergreen Punch

Go

Seek the soil in your oil,

Its seeping out,

Pushing in

It struggles, the from the tip of his nose

Its not enough

It burns

Let it push

The soil people

Their windows,

They fill every room

They want to return

Clay and Jay,

They’ve left the road behind

Pulled by those soil people living at the very tip-most surface,

Hiding in the wings

They’ll forget what concrete smells like

Is that evergreen stench to punch it now,

Each crack and crumble they

See in three directions

In three directions far from here, so far away,

But it crawls up the

Kitchen walls in this

House of collections

His bottomless hobby

Collecting dust in their over-use

No divine dichotomies here,

Just russets and moss

China doll and instruction

Creatures crumble in jars

Hollow tokens of a faded diorama

Of a home built into the crannies and crevasse

And they follow us with their empty eye sockets

Will and throught

The soil people scream to these

Maggot museums

The dead creatures are unmoved by their soily plight

“They know” the corpse vibrates

We want to return.

We want to return.

We’re calmly letting you know.

But we also think you should sleep outside tonight.

We’ll be there,

You’ll never find us,

While we’re hunting light

You’ll hear the cutting soil in the distance,

Miles off,

bouncing thigh to thigh

we’re racing skins,

we wear the winds on our backs

rising higher where

Zephyrs give chase,

After a barb, something about

bowing to sofas and dancing

with doorways.

We came here, seething ecotone

Now, we burn salt lick

Pore and pit

Our panting laughter scatters out

Races back

“You’re home” it sings

in whispering monotone

“You’ll be leaving soon”

Wandering back, careful, falling foot,

For what you find is not ours

Soft and wet, the soil is re-cycled out

To play between our toes,

To wash them out

Of biting cold

Rush of tears,

Sweat and tears

In a mountains valley of hearts

Run sweet mouth water

Stars Stars Star families of fairies

Filling the skies

An overused icon

The fairy

We know them not and they gave their exodus

Centuries ago

And happily forgot us

Who forgot first

This was posted 2 years ago. Notes.