Parade of future beaks

• Baby skull rattles
• Wrapped in colored felt
• found percussion taps and clacks
• by stumbling shamen

• Pale spirits hung from
• tree branches in the form of plastic bags
• vegetable puppets dance from
• strands of scented cobwebs

• bonfire sigals burn on every hill
• savory smoke curls in lungs
• ripe for ceremony
• rubbing genitals against tombstones

• Scarecrows crafted from sage smoke for days
• peasants with flaming pitchforks
• sexual cotton candy merkin
• surgical graffiti in flaming spirals

• unseen feet mock our steps
• push through curtains of hair
• sleeping naked on the roof
• under blankets of fall leaves

Summer's veil

• I followed the floating puffs of reefer smoke for a half mile.

• I walked up to the sheer abyss drop where the overpass had fallen. Some kinda society is forming around the ruins below.

• The local map changed over night.

• Garden filled with the fruity scents of intoxicating plants. The wind blew up her dress for a brief glance as nothing underneath.

• I found an ancient ceremonial clay figure in the field. A Goddess.

• As a boy I would follow along barbed wire fences plucking the strings like a dull rusted harp. Sometimes I would find a plate with a piece of cake, or perhaps some donuts on it. I would eat these surprise treats under the afternoon trees. I never found out where they came from. '

• The people who were here before could save a breeze in clay jars. You break the jar and for a few seconds the breeze would blow out with the scented wind of a former age.