Untitled

The title comes last

when I open a crack

in the composition  

using a few words 

as a pry bar 

and break open the door 

to the hermit’s hut.

[LSS, 5/10/21]

Carnivale

I can’t see past the fragrance of the white lilies 

you sent me yesterday into an oxymoronic void

between lucid dreams and sleep deprivation,

and now I’m riding the zebra in a carousel 

of leopards, cheetahs, and hyenas.

[LSS, 5/10/21]