Squirrels

Olectronic dimension

I heard the mountain snake

Bred to foe, I lift my hoe, and lay the future waste

Panasonic complexion

An angel gets its face

Each new bone the silicone Is broken then embraced

Jesus give me direction

A laser’s pointed grace Drink the wine of neon vine And blaze the wafer piece

Squirrels are dropping like flies The acorn that they ate

Each grey one a mother’s son Loved individually