East Gulf to Lake (Inverness)
I hope the fire I’ve set on my porch
can be seen from wherever you are
My broken seams on display—
insulation coming out all fiber glass and ash
Show you a harmony and watch as it grows
Bring a caravan of people over to celebrate my move into another hole in the wall
With a few cases spread all about a dirty floor of dust, bone particles, skin,
introspective principles and manifestos on Hi-8.
We drink to the night and its infinite possibilities
reflected back in our eyes.