irony of breeze
nearer summer nights of
say a chrome desire

last night forgot myself even
turned my head to main st. lights
swimming through potholes new again

o pubic hair of dark clouds
sighs telephone poles
infatuated with a message

doodle down words blazing factories
aroused by the possibility of poetry
a massage between soft billboards

clap aloud 'til flesh overwhelms
welcome the sway so invigorating
as sweat balloons to "welcome"

otherness shock-full glitters liquidly
something broad something differenter
a reintroduction to a motley approval