Pushes our shaky ruckus to a crack in the dirt. I'm planted.
ready to bust out. in bright time. scene of a walking town.
there's the war still going on. now hardly even background.
or one in his chair. helicopter dicta redoubling one's own.
worry. nobody's not happy enough. o they did nothing hidden.
presently conformable. we had what we expected in his itch.
typically productive and gloomy down the sidewalks you know.
treated as an idea. someone would prefer an eruption. lost.
to. generations. o muted screens. without the breath say. no.
then unfolded as a new leaf is continuous like they hand me.
word by word. o vaguely repurposed without original violence.
no champion. no liar. settling into how the day meant itself.
once it began thinking. here come the insects. to celebrate.
a politics a burr a bluzzing finality. we were strangers. o.
the reality took us down. to our pieces. who saw me sulking.
rolling a strange fetal ball. ungrounded as revolted at last.
I'm not trying to push you away. I see you moving off. okay.