the fountain splashed my face
and was warm in my mouth
a child is calling
a young father and one old are talking
they are taking turns saying "*******"
there's a guy here I use to work with
he was a girl then
a man named Octopus just told me he has dreams for himself
that he'll never have the courage and/or talent for
a child is mumbling loudly

I remember calling the librarian mother
she didn't mind
I already knew books were better than people
so did she

on the side
off the mall
I found in night
the alter of a drunk
a stuff green frog
wet cigar ****
impaled his red throat
and not enough empty liquor
a straightened up cup
four fifths with rain
colored with ****
long left us with his abyss
he'll never get anywhere
with worship like this

but still there is a space
like a secret

maybe, does
Neil Gaiman know about this

She wears a crown
One foot ham-hock alley-cat bully monster
Her legs spread
She wears a crown
One high-healed furry buckled boot pump
She has two faces that both stare at you from different direction
Oh pareidolia girl who lives in the floor
Who's princess is it that's who of you adores
She wears a crown and she lays all mismatch jigsaw pieces of broken childhood, ugly leftovers, lint and trash
Of real disgust
This is just my eyes, my twist of tale, to hold my moment out of time