a lonesome old man with a wandering eye slumped in the shadows of the wild and animal forest. i watched him grow into a rusty tricycle, dominating dusty lanes and pavements without direction; and endless world ******* up dirt under his wheels;
dissolving memory like effing oxygen in lungs, yelling sing-song celebrations between the leaves, completely unwrapped, a drive, a rhythm, a trance, a state, ignited, lost hearts; lost times;
worn tricycle, overgrown boy. we left the lights on to hush and i pretended he was young for every minute he was alive and dead.