Food for thought

jangles

Nerves and

Shot

Dear BO

PERHAPS an phenologist for the precipice

Would be more endearing than current circumstances

Littered the world

And yet somehow

The pieces are utilitarian

An

Eagle

A bison

And a doe

Keep watch

Mindfully

While a billion

Maraionettes

Dance blindly

Into the same old individual

Oblivions of nuance

Debacle

Gesture

Cold

Crops

Jangles

My nerves

Shot

Dear Bo,

Have you ever read the green mile?

I wonder,

How one even had the audacity to live

At said absence of thought

In such a time as this

Or worded wrong

Essentially to many thoughts

For such transparency of juxtapositions