Saturday took me down--
its same new name,
along side streets that
pressured their points of
drop dead quietude.
the lingering frictous of streets
that butcher stillness--now hanging
on the words of birds.
breaking sounds against the
hard noses of houses, marred familiar
to the row.
a neighborhood's mazey trace--
of the sun's continual origin.
the bleaching wash of bodies
breaking out of winter, a stride
looser than yesterday.
as a bike riding a man so full of
consideration--he could burst namelessly.
just for This Saturday.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC
Saturday took me down--
its same new name,
along side streets that
pressured their points of
drop dead quietude.
the lingering frictous of streets
that butcher stillness--now hanging
on the words of birds.
breaking sounds against the
hard noses of houses, marred familiar
to the row.
a neighborhood's mazey trace--
of the sun's continual origin.
the bleaching wash of bodies
breaking out of winter, a stride
looser than yesterday.
as a bike riding a man so full of
consideration--he could burst namelessly.
just for This Saturday.
