saturday

being
released
normal service
to be resumed
when the minutes
have gone un-clocked
and the hours without end
sneak past midnight
till dawn is
broken

Black Haun an the Weaver

Coin spun the air aroon’t an fell on the blue tattoo.
Black Haun cleek’t his bluebird ower the silver’t nickel.
He bade Chaunce to spik afore the Law steps in
tae spik o gravity, averages, diminishin returns.