fuel for fossils

car like a

fish hook

with later worms

and a small mountain

i’m drinking

the jungle juice

of humankind

and the last breath

of dinosaurs who will

never know my thanks for

such a life

driven to such ends

*

i’m trying to find

the words to say

i don’t want to

try to find the words

but i’m lost

and tried

*

i was thinking of

getting a tattoo

of me

getting a tattoo

but i don’t like the look

of myself thinking

*

she sunk

but not before

my arms touched her

like a flower in the early sun

of winter

with its roots already

worn and ripped