took his bike to the end of the street and disappeared.
he was laughing.
maybe today, just find a way
to bell the bones of magnificent fun.
she thought he was funny. he
took to the day like a wild oat.
took a bullet to the chest, still had long to go.
that old bless of a naked always-stretching lung
[can we account for nuance?]
took. took. took.
holocene compounded, brain aneurism expounded.
he knew the city suffered, city slumbered, never, not ever.
your number? he asked her.
or about some kind of snake wrapped around the heart.
war chest, drum the chest, bone or breast.
twas rhythm, not explosion.
rhythm/blast.
city/socks/electronics.
the humdrum conundrum of ***, thumbs and time.
we are surrounded yet alone.
stone’d yet liquid.
remember the lung?
city/shoes/blood.
he thought she was funny.
stoop, stop to think about a text…
send.
