X=Neon Underbelly

Lights are intermingling with a gray backdrop
neon underbelly
expressing the linear interior that
guides through slowly, slower than just now. Almost a

crawl without the kneecaps or
a mile flown by Zeno

The heavy creak of a let down
neon underbelly
sustains a blind town watching out for a means to suggest a mystery prize

Our self same surfaces in bubbles of
I thought reaching out for a pop

neon underbelly

Summoned To

Some one too beyond the gate
summoned to
another late day escape break. A face turned
back towards a procrastinating

son looks ignorance square between the eyes and then
can’t help feeling that this is not his argument

Deliverance is daily
summoned to
some two

kids playing after dark with
no cover, no fear for light

summoned to

A Walk in Brooklyn

A blue jay warning sign
went off in
the middle of the street. No one knew
how to decipher
the languages. The
blue car kept
rolling
by and the strangers
made no eye contact.

Segregation of Powers

Dis in franchise looking for branded names to re-sell to
itself.
Too bad the roofs are gone. They
cracked
from hot air and dreams.
Cap it
all is scarcely in small mansion bricks
hanging
to get her to build supremacy’s new golden
nest egg.
Dip lunacy into
the fire. Paper
cackles
faster and louder than a war
rooster
perched upon a deducible dawn
crackling
on records
locked
up alive.
Fences
are double faced and
speaking.
Man is festering, no man is
landing
on all four feet from this new height.
Say once
“the Congo” or
“To go”
bare foot.
Walk there
backwards and take
back your
words and bring them to your
parents
if they die.
In more
toll
is high,
cracked
ice squares
forgetting too
pay four
moments
for birth.

Contract

less right
to kill
life it
self
wills not,
but
fears
erase
sure hands

no rings,

just straight
mono
color
lines of
future tenses
said in
mono
tone.
College
ate bad books
and now
the belly of the beast
is full
with Nausea
control
centers
of dis
sent the young to
die four
infantry dreams of in fed
Dells in
every
classroom.
Infantile power
is one
and the same, except power is gained.
Although,
alternative types are suppressed chickens
who give
each egg to any bodies
present.
Stubs born clawless
cannot
pick at the tiny knots
Plaguing
sacred ties now lying naked upon the ground.
No wear
covers each desert land expanse with wind
until
the moon complies with
demands
made by the pop you lace
mortals
still unable to ransack happiness and own content.

4+8=12/2=6-8=-2x2=-4+8=4/2=2-8=-6x2=-12+8=-4

A concave moon
face poured out prophecy last
night around the time I left.

She spoke
without breathing in light
and told me to come back to her.

No more
neon
flashes cause my
sudden disappearances.
I’ve tattooed
this ground
with sleep.

Reflected pink goodbyes hide be
side an exiting son
of night.

The door is in the middle of the lake. I must
walk their alone with a map drawn
out in the sky.