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
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