half way home story

is patience making, tat ocean collars.

unit dwellers inner city notwithstanding

“it’s alright” yearning.

not only masculine go fishing

trout, great career  --  fear is hair

falling away, not calm  --  can’t tat

that moderate weather, too forgotten

underneath sunset, storm, daydream.

a hand made ‘best of’

year nothing is here belly up and panting.

skin watches, new tat gravitas.