Hotdish

I am afraid one of you

Will leave Battle Earth

Before me

My little heart

A lemon

Woe

Thoughts of abandoning 

Either

To carry me 

Empty 

Through onions

To the lake

Divot 

Precious moss

Whoa

I sit here

I am a cat lounging

Waiting on laundry

Saying to myself

I refuse to put everything 

Into the casserole

Checkerboard Kalaidescope Floor

Alexa, "play Spa music" 

Reminiscent of "Twin Peaks" 

Replay 

Our life documentented by pop culture 

Off-key

Even this

Too

Crumbled into a Ghost Town

Wow

How 

I close my eyes

Stage curtain

I feel 

Cool air off painted concrete

Envelops my essence in

Grave yard

Fog

Sadness hug

Well

Memory of not one

But many moments

Rolled up in my blanket

After watching 

Time 

From my spot on the floor

 

Funeral Analog

Attunement to the red line

Invisible ice to ice umbilical 

Fervent Songs language lost

Halts emptiness' severance attempts 

Snow wears death's old stain 

Visible from satellite 

Silence silenced by 

Cracks and groans

Traveling via pockets

Of Wind's coat 

Fire consume what time did not destroy

Sacred ceremony

Chanting virtuous wishes 

Laying memories captured in flat image

Onto blue and golden flickers gently lit  

Northern Plains

Northern Plains

I see all your pain

When I left it there

Embedded in roots 

Of your blessed tree

You can't talk to me like that

The moon bleaches everything

Broken clean again

Morning heat wakens

Breeze from far away

Wind born from the plain

Before merchants came