Chipmunk'd Away

Baby of death, labor of breath

The pant after play

But a dog’s peace

Plopped down galleon of peace

Down every day I wanna get

Chipmunk’d away

The grass you would say is always

Grass is, always, or ain’t it babe?

Ain’t it like the way

People way back when said slaughter?

It’s cold and it’s clear

Fluorescent light beer

A phasal meer

When you turn the light off

Things crawl over your scoff

We tend to ourselves

Some eels live on shelves

The screen in between 12 and 1, watch and lay

Two and then it’s less late

A pyramid

Snaking up a vein

We could live on the Umpqua

Chipmunk’d again by that pastel wind

Awake, a fried egg, our love, our despair