love with vital hand grenade

the random white car-jack

   steam-loaded apple-smack

the sound that gets the garage door up

and lays the children down

viscous

ever chilled with

vibrant

hand soap colored

shroud

love with vital hand grenade

launched dream time into mind

moon   as earth and

grey as diry

men dig trenches so

clay won't hurt

eyes won't move anymore

and love is all i'm for

strong torn every part 

                 of

storm haze twizz-ted lot

seeing pictures of

a barn

much hay and straw

and numbers on why

my penmanship

may start to drift

funny thought how

brought to now the image of

the scribbled words

written me sent by

my grand aunt:

my hand won't do what

i tell it to do...what i want it to.