stood in shadowbox wood
grass killer
i fell off the billboard
he searched his soul
october through december
to the west of socorro
a lawful life of libra
watch bones being wrenched
small animals from rocks
they split this prison of life
at an affordable price
growing through the sidewalk cracks
what do you have to say ?
yellow painted cedar
with an orange sense of humor
but no earthquake of five or above
to help me when i needed