A car with a flat
carries a man
only so far as he is
getting out with a limp
screaming
enough is enough
listening
for nothing
across an empty field of
poppie seeds
holding on to paper dreams
not ever enough
woodpecker iron machines
satisfaction with greed
satisfyingly tempting
and temporary
pixie dust
standard sized elves in
big green forests
with faries
and cherries
popped
free falling
watermelons dropped
the cantalopes
elope
making more than a cameo
and the lemons cant help
but pucker
kissing the nectar
of it's self
to it's core
strung out
on a branch
staring out
from the apple of it's eye
to a dog sitting on a porch
pawing an empty bowl
with such a youthful face
traced embarrassing
no plaque rawness
placed amongst a wall
beheaded
next to it's body
lying on the floor
the dog on the porch
scared of the big
bad brown bear
lying on the floor
he waits hungry
impatiently
nothing to eat
all he can do is paws
too hungry to scream
he
waits starving
outside
the old screen
door
never once
thought
of eating a lemon
he eats only out of
his bowl
as he knows

I found that depressing

it's winter
wind whips
grabs you by the lungs
exhale the icy
concoction of Co2, PM10,
a dash of H2O
in a base of CO that's been
collectively
accumulating
hawk it out
it flies
into the past bending
take
a key from a lock

If i wasn't sitting on the floor.
I would be floored.
as it touched
me right here

as in core.
a painter
fashionably stroked
bristle touch
every one wet
left stocked
still floored