ayaladn

one of a thousand

geo-locators.where

you should see a wall

 

while I’m a handstand

& I’m sure on the first floor

right by a corner

 

is that also clear

but don’t look under a rock

& please wipe your feet

per linear inch

high-glaze multi-color tile

over a stair edge

 

to a sunken room

eleven hundred or more

above sea level

 

I count’d paint spots

& dissolv’d in two oceans

lemon ammonia

of twenty-eight walls

liv+ &  so there’s a lot

six rooms four windows

 

five if I count two

side by side separat’d

why would I do that

 

one sun sets both West

at no time at four a m

no-one is alone

men could wear mittens

to sleep with a scorpion

while the room rattles

 

the earth may tremble

regardless a train whistle

North in a small hole

 

a tunnell’d canyon

parallel to a sunset

six itchy fingers

in an arroyo

a bookman’s pick strikes a cache

no ambush is set

 

despite the pipe smoke

mesquite & fray’d powder blue

denim one good match

 

a vane gray windmill

interrupts intermittence

gone with a shade of