sangreel

the ladies love him now
that he’s got the act
sharply polished and

the sky, lucid
blue with clouds
so he writes
his first ode
to the sun.

rookie
hand model;
that old nature
wiped in
the blinding rays
of a new mastery—

four-on-the-floor
works—
it works so well,

but the roots,
obesely,
are bending
back up
his sole;

ask him of those times he droned
for all our dark and sleepless:

from the inside out
we were formed; and
from the inside out
we will fall

he does
remember something.