outside you know ?
& i look around
but theres nothing
is there ?
just me / you
& a bundle jag
of bereaved thoughts
a black pack horse
of orphan obsessions
~
but
looking
again
mashed mind billowed & blown
i see the orchestrated grain
in the hip hop timbers
&
i see the tick tock flux
of the seasonal percussion
in this roofless storeroom
of all the lost & found
~
& feather balls fall . . .
but land !
landings old hat
they flew !
accelerator metabolisms
pecking up a two-step
breakfast buffet
round
me / us
the separated monsters . . .
~
separated monsters
with shoes off once a year
attempting membership
with moribund muscle memory
&
the bleached shadow
of an
ancient ancient ancient
forgotten
expired
loyalty
card
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