Cotton
single words that in glass worlds combine and conspire into other spherical space references
plant green ringing sounds as shadows collide with
laughter from the right side
left reed instrument melody of places known then melted down and reblown
reforged, accepted in projection,
scales balanced in harmony, vocal blinds, unwinding exit signs, inviting red amber light into fused white wrapped around walls
hopeful, without explanation,
wish without inclination
fishing on the river banks after rains
chorusing steamboat steelbridge and gray sky
rephyxiation out of the dirt floating with the vague mineral polarization
there landing unfrozen
almost homeward
suspended in potential
on a fake wood cabinet
fertile blue green and brown like the earth
and why not?
All works by L. Woods. more bullshit to come.