slug fest

 

 

this could be a layer cake

split on top of split

severing the first half of life

to the second

 

do division problems with no remainder

cut and piece

pine needles, at the tip of mountains, bristling,

everything’s a force which takes force

 

there’s nowhere, there’s never, there’s

the cake slices one tries to eat at one sitting

when the ill news comes

won’t ever go