riffing mindsense

Stop the eye now catching rye of
Morning in slosh of rum dust ten

Feet apart they ablute; libation
Rented cheap by the two dozen, a

Full meal, a night's peace, then
And now; alone you pick the fars

And the nears as the center grav
Itates, hovers, plumbs; depth ah

Justice cannot eat itself anymore
Than a poem cannibalize the riffs

Standing alone in the bazaar, hey
You, yes you! Catch the bite held

Now tight by its act of whatthefk