PORRIDGE
Her jeans reek of hummus
the ambience of shadowed unicorns in repose
same tree-lined road in recurring dream
her fingers stretched out
thumbs tucking cotton and Lycra
eyes over shoulders in the parlor
she serves Arizona
her haunches clench to Winter’s beat
horses gaze hallucinating
mist of reef decimation
discouraging e-mediums
in the fern umber Name
GRUEL
Toni Braxton muddy Sedona trails
atomic shifting you me Word
the importance of growling
8 steps
eating weed like chew
down and in as the sea explodes
I am real in migga hi-fi
rubber burning
not tripping
ointment sirens!