Sun, bro.

Workshop

Soul searching for dish soap

Golden suds cleansing quartz

Plexiglass haunting my every step

A reminder of Des Moines

A promise of insignificance

To oversoul strangers

To dimming timekeeps

Tapping their pocket watches

Buying ursid rifles

To defend the desert

Neglecting nutritious game

Turning cannabis to crack

Losing convoy to sand

To fleeting photons

An infectious thumbs up

For malformed familiars and their

Cats-cradled inquiry of lordship

Silver-spoon fed rhetorical pleadings

“Am I a good king?”

“Am I a good prince?”

“Am I a good peasant?”

“Am I fertile soil?”

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