Think Plant Experiments.

Splice and Heel

Sing.

Sing loudly

for all the car to hear.

Reverberate your joy–

the return of feeling

and life inside the expanse

that is your large body

you have been blessed with

made for you

not to waste.

Paper pages are drugs

of euphoria.

Dripping mud

the water -mixed dirt

is the only wine

needed to be consumed by the eyes.

Living is simple, inside of

single beer bottles

on summer porches

in slightly sun-scorched lawns.

We are the weary travelers

set here to make the best of things–

the lovely, individualized gifts we have been given

inside and outside of what

one might call luck.

But instead it is a

consecrated grafting

of balanced inertia.

by J. McIntyre