there's nothing else

this web has caught too many thoughts—

the spit of politics and drool of naked tongues are publishing their comments left and right.

what would robinson jeffers do?

seven turkey vultures are massed in a tree, their raw pink heads just waiting for some unintended crucifixion—

they will have their bone to pick!

but on a lovely thread that falls away from time itself, some lovers talk of love and nothing—

there's nothing else.