Less breakable the plastics everyday

2 d flowers
I wear your white/green
striped sweater
to smell your gleam
become you beaming
while you are dim in that there
den; under surgical light

Sporadic
and slow smurfs shuffle to points
dodging the cumbersome robots
feeling around the hall's walls at feeding time
like snails that serve to suck algae
from the tempered infinity glass
the doctors peek in as they pass
to read crises they expect
I am expecting a T.V.;
the nearest thing to color and movement true
anything to symbolize life in this piece--
slice slice moments.

They're trained to take your vitals
are they
doubtful they know
to test your vibrancy
masked by immobility
we have to question
timepieces worn elastic.

I miss you while you are under mossy rock
once lifted you peep
up out around the stone-colored
awake we cannot carry our shells.

We wish we didn't have to
learn how things work
by breaking them open.
It's best to abandon sometimes
to volunteer compassion
and witness.

To have today back--even with no clean laundry
wearing your last decent pair of socks
or wet shoes for the whole day standing soggy
instead of prostrate pulpy--
to keep premonitions as such
to shake your head at a man
making a petty joke
reducing wives to a simmer of authentic essence
calling him out to speak
on behalf of those he represents
clearly you compute it all...

to have a simple glitch in the sound system tonight
then shifting as a graceful globe
reading those equally accountable and innocent
for those who are still scanning
securely strapped to the crust of the earth
catching moments of radiant heat
significant anonymous pods
spreading over the surface area.

You recognize berries from the same branch
from which you grafted something similar enough
anything major you would give
to have the drama of a passing day
with errands and items on your list
to discriminate
whether your sibling or a stranger
is basing a decision on our best interest
to admire finally a father's characteristic concern
for his favorite thing:
a party.