it's just me on the end of the bench. people behind me, probably no one wondering what i'm writing. blonde girl stamping her sneakers - take them off & go get in a bubble bath, snatch. boy on bike - sister bitch. the grey doesn't stick to them exactly. hovers. big yellow fluff neon blue christmas lights with tapestries draped shaggy around. daunting - hunger - are you on the wrestling team? camps out bike boy scary slick indifferent because it's trendy. toes turning blue-ish purple wondering if nicotine would add warmth. suck in spew out. sprinkler in the sky fan blowing sprinkle sprinkle hair to the floor crystalline knowledge & i know we're within two miles of one another you're there & i can feel the feelings you feel for no one else. i know when you're looking down you see nothing but you're looking for something perhaps warm twisted & brandishing a heart emotional grasp do you reach out or shrink wrap serendipity fingers wispy - in your saliva spit gently take these hands & punctuate "friction is good" & hold horizontally. tight fluffy cardboard car race through thank god you've come.
no one would notice if fading occurred, step inside & hold on
do you care? i thought he said no. i heard him say that too. you ruin that song with your blah but it make my smile turn & i would listen to that sound from your lips as long as i am mad & you are here.
boy listens to the song, the melodies & reaches out to touch the reverie in solid form - is it there? retract & repeat & scratch. this one is blind & solemn wiggle but hold hands still restrain & restraint recite the lyrics & breathe through wait! hold on! we're moving the accent mark snow makes me playful but crushes my brain i have no way to tell you so write it in a song post it notes below the staff. can you interpret what it was? one three five, where's two? cotton. cotton. cotton.
red orange tips pushes up sleeves & walks through it to play chicken. fall in love with your neighborhood theatre near you. the balance here doesn't compute. pushing foot against back & hold onto nothing. townies. mysterious something more than nothing keep going don't end the endless cotton makes chill slide back to park on a neutral slope. we all fall down. like dead infested woof & the strands of a chord leaning against this petal/pedal wrap around & break when it's time.
no entrance or exit. forever sitting waiting for the light to change an unimagined number - observing head rocks back & forth teeth grit & fingers scrawl nothing about something.