thus vibrates the
suddenly jostling, (fluid filled
home slipstream). On opened eyes is a
man sitting on sidewalk
completely clothed, furrowed brow,
youthfully, he would walk and turn sideways into a warpath
line of fire - surprising (yet) hopeful.
he would, of course, not oblige as I turn
into a small boy weening off of
his mother's milk.
yes, O -
global anticipation marked,
seventeen and skinned
and on the outer rim so
jumping for adoration of the trees in the forest -
not that he had any idea
(or ways to force us).
reading, he perfects for gun chamber to chamber bars -
as gratuitous oozing of mouths take place all around her brows.
a humid, damp, green, and chirping feeling of a field,
so alive with organic selves from stars to start a field