Vision Field

cicada and birches, puppies and geese
Tommy drawsn, glad for th' morn
Coos and bleatsin, all saying cheese
In a field of green, gentle breeze
Pain absent at all sides
Poignant sativa warnin my index
and many say paradise ain't an easy find.


Jerking back and forth, my left hand thumb
Pain in the ankle, spine, all else are numb
Ache in the head and cavities
Murder on my mind while the fan splutters
In a shop, like grave nesting dreams
Glasses and frames in a showglass
And I am what you see...



-Victor Samuel