i own shortnesses of breath, of height,
and speeding the same slick streets
is my fondness of the fire inside.
was ever there a woman, until it doesn’t.
bobbypinwheels occupy a crawl space breezeless,
harsh realm, man.
to not perform the hypnotic
only task.
a cunt hair from the crypt
until i unfold
and snatch what i prayed for.
oh! a fresh chimera!
the squad:
fanning out such like accordion pleating
of a wooded parcel.
fathoming fawn prints nesting
nervous urine.
prioritize this mockery,
behold this flood,
whiff the funk.
have yall got it?
oh but then there’s me -
untroubled unblinking stare-zeez.
i’m arrested, froze and forever.
teensy-weensy microbes strive to breed on my boot’s tongue and i can’t bust my scrutiny.
so why on the other hand am i trippin?
i’ve reveries of chicken nuggets in blister packs, and how razored can one wimless half-pint fashion a saltine?
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