Words Conjured into Being: revolutions

revolutions
by warren jones

a look
an inertia
wrecking ball

a bit of breath
escapes
colder night than hell

porch sitting
brings friends
and alphanumeric robotic yogis

and i can’t
imagine
so i can’t
create

i guess we’ll just stay
right here
with our feet
hanging over
the edge of a bowl of stew

and tell satchelmouth stories
that surf the wake
of the rising moon