above the sleeping cat

the sunflower times the day

leaves are falling

 we might not survive

have you considered that

ergo ego beware

 lumps and bumps

i become the bruises

of my old age

after flowers fall

and the fruit rots all bloody 

then the thorns shine

 summer over

last journey of a leaf

snowing

 blather-eyed the squint

of the going down days

lost in the smarting

 what currency 

of words will feed my belly

as well as my soul 

 herpes

i’ve got a coleslaw on my mouse

just buy bear 

 talons 

this sparrow hawk memory

draws blood 

 big turd

why have i been carrying you

goodbye

 and now see there

wren and the moon at breakfast

now it is gone

 clunk crack

i paid the osteopath

and took my pain home