sixty three : varied

so many different creatures all creeping and picking their own kinda way under wet leaves in the yard    drilling down aren’t we all ok     so varied?

fifty seven : that house again

the house resounds with a prickle prickle unspoke judge be farther found off walls off walks off into the moonlight you will soon turn into mold and dust green plants puffing pulling it down for now it sits empty white shell a crock of developers bargain doing nothing for us at all