so predictable

why would a lethargic yawning dawn,
slowly burping out the previous night,

stumble upon a lost morning moon and sneer?

is it because that we remain planted
while invisible energy swirls?

is it because sometimes the remarkable

becomes predictable

and thus we all take all of our stars

and stones for granted?
or is it the just that our aging spiritual pendulum
ceases to sway on it's own?

... .thurlo.

sour funk

under construction

... .thurlo.

war is subjective

'never be too good at not getting caught

it might not be good for you'

never understood it when it was said

but now i am living it thick

and it is obvious now

cinnamon smoke

it starts softer than a prayer

more subtle than morning

and is what few want to believe

... .thurlo.