some blinks

Something behind these dozen ribs, unreachable seed at the crown of that head, too fully attuned and plain unaware, all at the crux of some blinks.

now know, Alamo

enjoy this current
run your fingers through its air
drift on, only know

***

feel disheveled when
you favor contrary winds?
instead try zephyrs

***

gave me a shot glass
that is faced in gold, and shaped
like the Alamo

string cheese

gosh, you're bad at this
it seems to be straightforward
and you complicate

take it for granted;
try that, and maybe you'll find
it works, for others.