Simple Theories

  He died by cause I will never learn. He died in a gap that remains.  He said nothing nor did I. The time had come and the day went simple. I see him in a bed and something nothing something. Surely something ought to something. Instead, he died, that simple part of that. Lexical things offer vantage, take it or leave. Sounds remain, green and long.

  Hair has something and becomes. A braid is one way, several braids another, many braids a wonder. Gather a handful with a stretchy thing. Pin locks in ways. Let parts or all be low or gone. Skin glisten if it can. Use product hold it tight, lifted or combed. Knot a hank and be done. Turn to colour, any colour a sport. A bandana for those times, a hat for those. Train it for curls or not curls. Be then in time with anyone else, explained as simply as the sky. The sky changes colour whether we live or not.