Present

communication always a
teeter-totter edge
with humor wrapped
around corners
prepared to
become serrated by
one single look
octopus flung limbs

never for cooking
yet always simmering
in a pot of the walls of the paint

which is concrete and
never peels
even when the sun is melting
and the sky has turned into
fish-pond water
bobbing fishing wire

steep tea
stains of another
someone never touching the street
of conversation
spasms jut from the border
while police
may try to surround
ants
appear to escape regardless
of intention
the weather keeps shifting
shifty eye of an oriole

mandrakes scream
when ripped from the roots
what happens to muscles when they can’t quench
a rocking chair
skin-fold
sun and moon
mesh of temperature
and
tone of affirmation
language

does cotton decompress
do fields shrivel up and
return a foot to the mountain
or does such regress
contain a seed of sand
which doesn’t question and
could care less
what type of air
extinguished from the
marginal
collapse
of tight-rope

pockets
only Latin rhythms
understand

suppose the exhausted
basketball-mattress
of a building has
become an empty
plastic bag
it doesn’t necessarily signify resignation
in fact
street lights whether
preferable or not
always contain
a
reflection
of electric impulse
judged too incorrectly
helping
all of us to
slow down

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