Worm's-eye View

 
 
 
Know thy ledge  
under the stand  
 
crawling & falling  
 
built of nerve  
at the swerving hand-  
 
I bit the farm  
and bought the dust  
from a nose-to-the-grind  
approach adjusting eyes  
over sand  
 
gravedigging genes  
to meddle in dreams  
waiting on the curb  
and watching the worm  
race to the berm  
 
through a gold ear tomb  
and a cold beer womb  
I smoke my bugs  
at the capstone rate  
of a pale horse game  
 
placing late in the shade  
to go inside & coincide   
chthonic names  
bearing chronic pains  
 
within (some)  
upper crust  
questing raw  
 
tongue through  
headspace trapt  
in straw  
and wrapt in law,  
 
a sunk cost salt  
domestic cloth  
still stuck to the midst  
of a roundabout split  
 
where the shadows choke  
on their sunlit yoke  
 
stumbling through  
the tort of circuit court  
while sweating lithium aside  
from wounded pride  
on the paper trail  
of a caper fail  
 
 
 
over the sand beaming  
adjusted dreaming  
mindful edge  
under thy stand-  
 
dust & mist  
built from the nerve  
bites the curve  
and buys the swerve  
 
 
 
 
and I watch the worm  
as it  
squirms to the berm.