Consume, consume, cons,

conservative pundits can't

keep their fictions straight 

Nuzzling muzzle 

and hot breathe in the morning 

is a wake up call  

We dug for treasure

in cereal boxes 

before we'd finished

Puzzles and secrets 

of bodies and minds remain

to be cracked open 

Minor scales played on

a sax give the neighborhood 

a carnival air 

She was once in love 

with death (as a concept) but

now it's just too close 

Sand still between toes 

but the beach is now in the

rearview fading fast