catapult

listen
elephants parade past crushed leaves and hens
a child is born without any friends
alone is better
says the scarecrow to a sunflower, bent.

snake slithers,
skin sheds,
angels paradise,
august red.

emotions bleed
feelings fly
memories fade
people die

beauty on earth
for those who live to see it
animals grow
and again begins the sequence

goblins explore
a dice swallowed by cruel fate
blue sea expanses
adventure and fate

seasons end

tomorrow is a new day,
disappointment valley
ice cream on roller skates.

seasons begin

there’s more
more.
morgue.

pride is just a sentence to use on a Tuesday,
swallowed.

collective thoughts
aren’t collected enough.

that’s it.