the cookie dough of life



waterproof pulls/flakes 

off 

   indelicately tugging at eyes leaving

crackled black bits:

clumps of the day

adhering to one’s lashes



avenging jenny’s death with curses

you didn’t know

he had a son		later to become

falconcrested elder; his mother’s autumn laden w/ . . . 

i prefer 1969



elephants extincted

 							catcalled alicia keys

aspirations will be yr 	          fall

down

so here you are

muddling thru eternal

dreamland: baking for tori again

i said- it can only lead to disappointment when

you put cookies in and	 expect 

life  	to jump off the rack

and beat at the oven’s door.