comfy
to squander this potential
in exchange for some kinetic
hurts
as does her
singing our song
in a low voice
the night before you leave her
for
a while
or a bit
or good
and you sit, comfy
in the uncertainty
dirt
this young dune
ever heading east
and these chimps
doing their best to stop it
so it doesn't drown
their beach
and so their sun dial stays in one place
they stick their sticks
and dump the branches
meanwhile
they drag the coal
from the ground.
they burn it
and the little ball of dirt says
No!
and slowly
drowns them