the scare pole and the weed lure

emptiness to the right of me emptiness to the left and we're stuck here with you

SOME OF Y’ALL — REMEMBER THE EARLY DAYS OF THIS PROJECT — OUR WAR WITH THE HEDGE BIND WEED — THIS YEAR ONE PLANT HAS A PURPLE SHADING — NONE OF THE OTHERS DO

YOU CAN'T UNEAT A PEACH

on Cozumel Island
long before these photos were taken
we almost drowned, swept away
by a current, even in fear
we carried on
better to exit 
stage left than endlessly
regurgitate a nowless
history.

OUR FATHER WAS A SCORPIO

never took astrology seriously
although, tend to not like men
who are Scorpios, although its
hard not to love the women

born under the sun, the few
great astrologers we know, tend 
not to ask, afraid of the signature

BROKEN

or it will sting (we know what
happens next) the materialists
say its >just< BUBBLES FLOATING
but when your thoughts and mine
                                             connect 

despite the EMPTY/EMPTY

                                                 SKY

(the moon hangs low)

it seems important to know the
architecture of  those reflective

(filaments) membranes?

                                         :created
                                         *
 

drifting, drifting

PATTERN RECOGNITION

TIME TO LEAVE

Much love,

Con/Jur/d finished up on 8/11/2026