fistfuls / fitful

you warden through the forested nightmare
surrounded by the monstrosity of life
unspooling / rewinding
synthesizing the day
the raw manifold: unfiltered

disquiets / immersions / odors
await you with dis-ease
a volcanic erosion
a turnabout: eruption

bedpans of seem
schemers festooned in funks
an ornate pallet: fistfuls

u spring a leak
shaken: fitful

u

What I’m Reading:

We are all, in the end, swarms of mysterious, irreconcilable cells that randomly select and bruise each other’s insides through both accident and choice.

— Charlotte Meehan / “About This Poem” / https://poets.org/poem-a-day