this way and that

among the wine glasses a water glass bubbles un-drunk the evening light bleeds into us over us through us the aching bee stung with visions of death undetermined the word concrete falling from the sky the black sky above the himalayas who was it spoke of the wisdom of her dog its simplicity complicity the revelation of some truth that seems like paisley in an empty sort of way colorful too again the bleeding light a sea of oranges bobbing like the gladiators eyes his lopped off head smiling still speaking saying babbling "fu.." then ending tongue stuck out a crow alights and caws they always like seagulls go for the eyes are the doorway into the emptiness of souls spilled forth a multitude of things draw me in all directions perhaps they do others too they grab them though and shape them into something that has so far eluded me but that's OK a dog chews the dried ear of a pig.