June 16th - 10:24 a.m. 

Wrists
	flip flap in hurls
			over the 
absurd landscape
Precise
as straight cannonballs
	follow details
and other keen
fungus

The surrealistic width
	of gentle feathers
	bubble nonsense

		All wick
from the expression 
of his wing
	The cumulative glow
was a decided effect
	For the thumb of gray
was Kafkaesque horror
	past midnight

June 22nd - 9:59 a.m. 

His son 	went to the mines
of your father
	to try his luck
before safety

	He praised
and thanked 
the grandfather wizard
for the map he did not understand
Explanation
did not seem to	
explain	the map
	Here, here to your grimly map
He would have liked to say the same


August 8th - 6:06 a.m. 

The obstacle
can be overcome by you,
			the real man