Droplet Micrologies

That these particular cumulonimbuses need not
have had as such this much moon’s
blessing, odor layered as they
were by its reoccurring
disappearances.

Tougher too, driving beneath almost diving
willows’ intermittent dithering, plus
narcotic balsam poplars non-
competing with hawthorn’s
lesser pissy brew: all
spots, all

…worrisome. That a windscreen anxiety,
misplaced virgulate and runneling
and runcinate but not pointing
true, just a mere face away
should differentiate
panic from
dull thud.

To deal with rain physics now, I
should light slide control,
construe story,
look through look road ahead, keep on,
keep going, not
misanthropise.

Skew once and the entire journey’s
heresy. Palette slate sky,
crow gone home
long.
Mayflies (were) abounce yesterday. Ago.
Ionised badly, each day’s simplest promises have turned
unusable dribble: cow parsley,
fluorescent rape,
even linseed,
are a fool’s
nose.

A hosta’s single flower stem like a fibroblastic penis
gone wrong, skewering for warmth.
Home unboar’d sowbrick wall
wanting intromission.
Bother, prick out or smother which thought
rots, which thought begot which thought.
Ought striving wet. Pentecost makes
empty strawhead uncalled
forth avocations.

Break, brood, scud vaporous
and dim. There’s no
muscles plead
steam. I try
unleach lean
crop scarcity

Season’s bleeding rose
buds fret. Cope.

Open not.