escribblings

Falling into…
and out of love
with the dapper gentleman,
just “of love”
shtick with that
“of love”
“of”

properanxiety tuned in the elderly act
smearing it on a wall

images we exposed her to
images… we exposed her too

the brooding gentleman
head in hands
heavy yogic breaths

sands over the hill, roads
crawling city ants, a beehive
density of haze, that glow that links
the internet of wings
matter under mind

mum
mud
muthafuckin’ muppets
a dollop of bird shit plopping down

cars
passing endlessly
in the distance