Squirrel saves dinner and sings from the tree 
like branch I'm bending over time
I travel with this souvenir
it says 



well anyways, it was free.

And I am quite the pioneer
I found out that if you sit, my celium,
youmightwantto stop the quelling fun
that rises in quantum and sinks and sets if sun
you can do this with
caterpillar
scapula
spatula?
scapula
I mean grab any tool, it just has to get done,

            you must feed your remorse and unlight your fuse
            tectonic that you asked, that you left your post so soon.

I'm just here for the sounds,
grateful for the music too.
Surround surround until sun goes down
tucked toes into ditch and rose 
helicopter seed and at last my job has left me alone
I am alone, it seems.

Me, with golden flower running from 
digesting hour, your message it finds me 
singing from basketball hoops 
i don't sing, i hardly breathe.

A dog on a walk, a rock in my sock
a pine tree at noon. The thought that 
I'm clever for finding this clover all on my own
when I first wrote this poem,
I titled it: salt and pepper 
or was it if earth, each stone.

Many thanks to the sous chef, yes you chef
with the hat and the world all upside down.
I am shaped by the malaise, you grate
in the face of extra-ordinary renown.

Ah, it was simpler the root whispered into my spine
the owl is telling me to    go home, I am content in knowing 
the coming reminded me and it was simpler, it simply was,
it went:

salt and pepper, earth 
and bone,
goodnight.