Collected gibberish from the month of May & a little bit of June

The fields, plowed straight, point at the distant mountain range and say "yes that's much too wild." Indeed, much too wild, jagged, and dipping greedily down then back up. Clawing at the horizon line. The lambs eat the branches, soft leaves sprouted out that morning. But lambs don't grow here, those are not lambs. The cut pruned planted grape vines shrug along in their rows, a weak imitation of fence posts. Raisins of wrath, indignant and sweet. The car is humming, the trees are humming, the gas station toilet is humming (only when you flush it). 

Do cicadas listen to church choirs and political rallies and think "ah the 17 year cycle begins again, those awful locusts have hatched, they're looking for mates and figureheads."

Two people stopped at a light, in different cars, take off their sweaters at the same time. Above them is a bushy tree that someone has cut a neat right angle into so trucks don't hit their heads. 

In the operation room I kept wanting to tell the surgeon how sweaty my hands were, "hey hey feel this", he was playing Katy Perry on youtube, there was an ad for burgers. In the corner, a little spiraling eddy, inevitably, I glance at it. I wake up and cry the entire car ride home, I put on my sunglasses to look "nonchalant", I send my roommates a video of me beatboxing. 

I eat so much apple sauce, soon I will weep applesauce. 

Blue pigeons watch me from the field next to the gas station parking lot, they blink and express negative opinions on my haircut. Topped fruit trees, razed into a sheet of mangled leaves, wave their flat hands, thinking "indeed, much too wild." The landscape drones on. There are tires in all the truck beds bigger than me. The semi driver has got his baby's bear strapped to the front grill, bearing down the plowed asphalt, the road is always rational, he thinks. 

There's a blue tarp shimmering out in a field, like a sign of god, or something dead. 

The road points at nothing. The trees are humming, the 17 year cycle begins again.