I’m holding a loaf of bread covered in tar
and then a record by my favorite band
her warm coat grew cold
I watched the thief led off by the elbow
after the king left
the king turned into a horse
his mistake was he trusted the hermit’s words
my mistake is
I knocked the broom down with a stone
it is noon and shadows
land directly beneath their objects
laughter is shadow’s ghost
sun brightest on top leaves
leaves a terrible army at rest
I’m on the porch in my underwear
watching all the bullshit hurry by