Gather Ye Pith

Dark spirits about tonight
their tongues the wheels
of an idiomatic-green compost can.

Two spirits grind concrete
for fun and prophecy:
today was trash day
(fun with history
rather). Vroom!

Highways away
might be helicopter.
Good God? Way too
normative omniscience.
 
Dark spirts about tonight
their ears lukewarm runes

read: there was heat here
and now the sun slivers 
underneath our toenails.