Boneless / BellsWhat is special to me may not be to you. Wings the heat you burn overtakes you every bend of tongue the mouth and heart I am muscle. The sun in excess beats heavy on fingers playing games on calculators in memory. The bell rings from one era to the next and the textbook of learning splits in half. In high school you wake up an hour before being woken up. This is a relationship mathematically unreasonable. Split your brain first then your body then time. Ahead is an entire cardboard runway to burn. Tootsie Rollsmy body was destroyed to confuse the witness red feathers fell in dust and dirt I am not compatible with the moon I kiss my mouth diabetes has become a tooth return to the deep pit black in its whole Sports CarRich man, I see you leaving the city in a vehicle for play. Where are you going? Outside megalopolis: fields, fields, grassland farms, corn on the cob. I know the road seems infinite– a bag. Attach new tires. Complete the body. You have only one. St. Patrick’s Day, 2017after the luck ingest four-leaf lover after four leaf-lover looking for luck we run into each other in a club of no one speaking but our sentence with familiar mouth builds a whirlpool on the dancefloor we spin until dizzy and green a reason seeking other clovers in green fields The Rotation of Bicycle WheelsFlowers, gravel, spit.
You leave a trail of petals on asphalt. Summer roads. Icy roads. Salt and brick. Path of stone spokes under breezy trees. See how the season adjusts for you. You keep going sleet-stained sweater avoiding rains of encouragement– circular movement, mechanized static blooming for a steely handle on the world.
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