Stumbling

falling over and down into the severely stark edges of dusty old cold shadows that stretch out loosely from dark corner spaces in gravely shaded rooms producing lacerations and bruises on bruises as blackened barbs catch sleep shrouded shin skin naked unarmored arms on the way to midnight ritual of quick snacking or full bladder relieving.

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Strawberry Root Weevil

Long snouted brownish black little weevils following no track traverse the great green plain From corner to window pane searching for what, god knows stopping quickly as if to dose it’s like a strange party for bugs and surely there are no drugs they just walk and dance along in our bathroom, where they belong