Waiting for an apple to fall up

I eat the round raisins
like dipped chocolates
inside a capsized shovel
[spilling softly the meat
of the streets
left hanging branches]

A ball gown designed
inside the spotty periods
between a & z—
a cutlered set of pie petals
reapportioned amongst the digital
inevitable.

So softly the weeping...
[kept inside waiting
golden &
solemn & chaste
like a special puppy]

Understand the concept
Of liberty
Without boxes
Rulers
Pops...

Instead a dangerous civility
Where transgressions meet brute force
& the certainty of what is right
[plus the time
future time
all the time
waiting for an apple to fall up]

Stephen Martin, 6/10/2021

energy bed

electrons sizzle and crackle
  in the spent out beds of my pockets
dynamos of pottables
decisions, decisions

and nighttime
when the moon is my friend
  i back my guitar into a
  softened kiss

speaking, but not singing
feeling all the while

and outside
on my street
a quiet repeat

Stephen Martin, 4/15/2021

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