This is the part where you write a review telling me how deep I am

shattered catharsis seethes and soothes
time and shambling snow I
blew into above what failing stones
from coarse knit smiles and mountain paths

Sometimes I forget the dustiness
and waning mist a glowing marble
on roiling path I fear my tape is
double sided ticky tack how

laundry lists are layered thick
on dry umbrellas dripping colors
playing in a bourbon bottle for
icy settled scoring marks on

printed leaves a brittle crunch of
clumpy bits an oven mitt
sits sadly on the countertop