thrown alone


thrown alone ( enola nworht )

x marks the spotlight

up in the rafters

      flapping with phantoms

      & pipistrelle bats

barking at moonbeams

soon is a peewit

      possibly lapwing

      – when will it rain?

pounding a rhythm

sound in this schism

      scrawling from normalzzzz

      them of the gone

pardon my languish

franglais & spanglish

     scratching the drift

      of a plank – with a twig

splitting like atoms

peas or bananas

      shifting like poles

      – not the cats or dancers

whistle as she’s tilting

sploshing like a birdbath

      speak a twisted tongue

     ’til the seed is dung