limitless and lawless
it's the frozen tundra thawing, cracking open
a deep and dangerous crevasse
it's the fertile delta. it's space. it's a zone away from home.
it's the shard of broken glass, hiding in the floorboards
now stuck in your stocking foot
you didn't bother to look down
what's the point? it's the crux of the biscuit
forever and after peals of laughter.
it's the rope ladder flung from the third floor window
it's eating an egg for breakfast.
it's smoking the robins nest left in the glove compartment.
you found it forsaken on the ground.
it's the playful fringe on the top of the surrey.
it's spreading an ugly rumor.
it's crushed beneath the weight of a critical decision.
you made when you went down
what's the point? it's the fact of the matter.
forever and after peals of laughter.