The window eyeball
Fern
step one foot forward
return the backlash
smell of shampoo hair
is a summer spell
a time to go wait
in patience and grow
get a grip
turpentine in the tear duct
truth on a tongue tip
invisible listening smile
motherfuckas try ta
bite my style
but you’ll have to
go further
than a mile
spiritual burning with
a critical eye
or suffer downtime
all lovers brought
thru time
all the spats of the mind
samsara vomit
