haze

today, i graze 
at the down down haze
fazed and blazed 
eons and sprays

foul and function
heat and junctions
bode the road
tire-burns goad

my simple scowl
sky grey howl
reconsiders the line
that hints at a mind

jet slag murmurs
spell gunpower wormwood
our infant society
is learning to count

as crawling turns stumbling
our oven hands 
may learn to undo
toddling mistakes