installment 1

Still there's juices spewing from every spout
open mouth catches the rainfall
world's revolve in every droplet
wars are fought on every landmass
weather fuels the daily spirit
I hear it more than seen and choose
to wake with no colours and instead
dearly rest my head on sound bosoms
-quietly dreaming and drooling on
these mountains
Universized mountains...and hills to the
wide-eyed
Bubbles and busts to the wide-eyed
Pageants and parades to the wide-eyes
The wide-eyed has ears plugged with
leaves raked from polluted lawns as
they've browned and crusted on the edges
And specs of dirt coat the surface
insects pierce the skin not for nutrition
but as hurdles to jump to see
behind the fence.