Long Guitars

Long guitars
Outstretching
Miles
We speak blankly
With the Sun
To our
Backs
No one can tell us
Who to be or screw
A can of mixed
Vegetables
Is all we consume
And tomorrow we'll eat cacti
If that's what it takes
To be
Whole

Moss on Guitars

Fried
Beef
Tacos
Prophecy
Propaganda
Suffocation
A
Little
Known
Beauty
Cautioned
Me
Against
Her
Bare
Barely there
Weak mind
Unfettered abandon
Subtle as sinus infections
Gathering Moss
On
Guitars