table the label fable that pigeon holes the able

round and round and round it goes
never stops and never slows
tumbling through a tilted throw
circling round the sun

Buck
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finger tips constrict in the cold burn
knuckles grow stiff in winter's grip
and palms feel the chill air flow across
and I shiver from the heat loss

the silk surface tears white spilling into the bin
the bowl arcing down from the apex of the ferris wheel
the axel turns under the water's weight
the wheat ground the turning stone

pretty faces
waxing waning passing haunting
pinch the fabric
pretty patterns
folding holding fraying falling
you are beautiful
how long will you stay?

like a crane migrating south
watching hills and valleys
knitted with wandering roads
rolling below

I dream of returning

confessions don't impress in the congestion of my head
cradled my skull in your arms
hold me from frustration and desperation
let me die in the enfold
unafraid of lost control

I ate a can of tuna today
the can opener was frail
and unable circumcise the flat 6 ounce container
so I punched holes through the top
with the triangular cap remover
I shook the contents out into a bowl
oil packed, thank goodness
since I had no mayonnaise
pepper would have been nice
Ah well
after I finished,
I let the dog clean the bowl