Laramidian Mechanics

fraying violins at night, the white noise from creation
tooth-itching grind of collisions and separations
plips of stars like raindrops hitting a puddle in formation
song lines peaks and valleys of these Original vibrations



in circuitious perambulation
of a gypsum ocean made of dunes
this is how we'd do the dying
hopefully not too soon
chats with ravens and with rattlers
abandoned cats and lizards too
these are conversations worth having
— Better with them than you



becoming a villian isn't so hard
simply embrace the pain in your heart
whip it to fury let it loose from the reins
stir up your vanity, set it aflame
the question really becomes what will remain
ideally nothing, so says the refrain
but wendigo is the end of all life
no villain can match it no matter how rife
with cruelty, rage, or ravenous spite
nothing's just nothing, better to be a Fool



long grass in winter tall and lean and dry
changing in between the blinks of an eye
one moment clear and transparent as sky
twist in the gust flip and everything they hide
give tussocks care as they're elf hunting blinds



Two cats meet at the dawn and stretch
yawn with fanged frozen breath
she creeps about and never rests
yet every day at least once she sets
Sun blinks his eyes slowly at her
but Moon just looks on down
concerned as always for her litter
as the globe below her spins around