With The Week I’ve Had, I Should Written A Better Poem

Words fold like origami
Concrete felons fall
Full soon new
Skinny black dancers
Scumbags on
Paper a page, stage a
Braille robbery
–Mimes in the dark

Lungs will fill with the sky
Headroom to hum a new tune
–Warm oat cakes
Life’s crunchy bits
Hard raisins
Migrate south for the winter
Cool bold boondocks
Into splinters and flesh integration
Linseed works best
What is heard?
He gets hard over circular rope
What does she want?
The mouse or the trap?
Long game or highway blues?

Old shades, coffee grinds
How many words do I know
& do rattlesnakes care?
Serif fonts are just stupid grammar hats
Sneak squeeze capillaries

Lebanese teaser
Makes me into a dream
Karma come up if I never see ya again

But there’s always new trinkets
Just gotta practice my double kicks
And cartwheels

There’s always a DJ and an acid trip
To reel god back in the mix