poems_that_dont_work Jus *All Lost* I traveled far – some went, I came to wish in wells to disturb the tame old poet’s hands fed seeds, my brain my body, lead empty nets sought pets, somber – miles away her breath birthed smiles easy prey as records played folk through incense smoke velvet fingers kissed by lips, lingered. I said I wasn’t but I wandered – lost until frost settled and she shepherd across led and foddered me, still I wondered where I was 250115 ... Jus *Placid Peaks* Heat flamed a crimson coil and stagnating water evolved into steam. the tomb that held it captive burnt to a charcoal black but the steam escaped. much like the girl who ran not to a place, but from the darkness that entombed her instead of seeking a safe sanctuary she moved to uncover an ocean that would gift her a palpable salt and burn old tastes from her tongue but her appetite – infinitely insatiable then discovered other orifices in need of packing chalk-full of synthetic love because anything real would have destroyed her. Anything except the placid peaks of mountains – East Coast lovers of the space far above solid ground. she let waves of folk songs and stretches of tree-lined highways sooth her whimsy until a new fear of clustered memories birthing a snarling beast haunted the trail she walked so the girl ran deep through the mud of an unbeaten path and only stopped to sprawl in the healing light of a half moon run it was here that she heard a familiar voice hiss “come home little lamb” 250116 ... Soma poems just don't want jobs anymore, I guess. They just want it easy and free. 250116 what's it to you? who go blather from