supposedly it became time
when i was still moving in reverse;
the speed of mannequin stew
chow Hall express days...
thinking no other would ever,
ducking behind grocery displays
in Midtown, dissecting moments
like Frog ****. like how broken glass is
more beautiful than it is painful. like how
the other side of the Valley is a
Mirror until you understand it is not.
"caboose or conductor?"
like how to **** when you have already come.

Raspberry bush of dignity
dangles like
Caribbean silhouettes
making disposable love  
while You & I
read books about each other.