A receipt listing various sundries remains flat on the mattress.
Human instincts direct fingers to crease the paper in half, fold in the edges to make a point and bend each side, forming wings.
Paper plane rides the still air, descends at an angle, landing where the carpet of the living room meets the tiles of the kitchen.
Outside and the same hands form a steeple, the flesh apex is held perpendicular, across the street, over the church archway.
Parishioners stand inside the shade, God does the rest.
Pockmarks in the brick contain the same darkness found in the hand’s wrinkles.
“see all the people?”
Kismet bargains prophesize a nickels trajectory, as it escapes a person’s billfold, in fashion of the frown, known for
Dried grass pauses an inch above mud plots and disperses itself like hair growth adorning a bald scalp.
Clouds mimic shapes
Familiar to human language.
A disguise asking:
What belongs in the sky?
A zoo contingent
On subjective wonderment.
Ah, the spoils of a God.
Cancer eats at the moonscape,
Anchors a cresting tumor
A smile for the sun.
function like floor-lights
Stationed along a catwalk,
Advertising property value
Appraised by the objects left outside.
A Hyundai Sonata 24,000 set against the moment
Its hood collects rainwater, reminding the earth
Oceans are puddles, but with waves.
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