I like a good distraction, pulled from a river, bound in fishskin.
They applied a yellow alert this Sunday for the wind & for
all those who will eventually face it. Be careful: that which you
go searching for you just might find. Turns out he was a leader
with the iron guard. Tried covering it up. But the resemblances
between the blueprints & the charred city skyline were uncanny.
That too lives in me. Spoon-fed & unchaperoned. Nonetheless,
I’m most content watching the butterflies drift like gauchos
on horseback mouthing sweet words to the bee balm & blue
mistflowers. Don’t ever come here unannounced. I carry
a blank stare into every encounter. I was known for having
invented a slang term for identifying or betraying someone
to the police. In general, it greatly appealed to cautious observers.
I’m not looking for more friends now but what’s your tomorrow like?
Could I wait here awhile? I know you’re busy assisting other people
but I told you it was my turn when you asked what I wanted.
I just came to get my coat cleaned. When I finally got it
the zipper was weird & it stank like a sewer. You kept quiet
then came back & said if you don’t like it go somewhere else.