my stunning arteriesmy stunning arteries. jack talking about volcanoes. knees and onions on the grass. holidays just aren’t the same. jack wasn’t loud, but bruised. (oh, were I a fly.)my stunning arteries
on my kneeslegend tells a listened lion channels raw fields, cement grass, mountain fibers for cold water rest. long limbs and longer chins, and ankles raise their sees and skies.on my knees
HushLook at the swirls, parading like glittering horses across Broadway, with such flare.Hush
Neon candy canes compare.
All those dancing lights…
dazing; breathtaking;
hushing onion lips with
subduing confusion.
Stay lost at the carnival, for a while,
it would be nice to breathe again.
ChangeNow, it is the memory of a night: of great solitude.Change
Ago, it was dancing in ballrooms and
holding women on balconies; while licking olives soaked in wine.
Leeches! All leeches! Left me with a beat jacket and today.
Tomorrow I'll dance, make back the penny I spent for a fill. Unlike before, my waltz will be of one.
At The BeachIce creams dance under french-fry rain, below;At The Beach
while above there are
monsters ready to swoop and drown the blotched field long before the shredded potatoes.
And
He tickles a guitar which laughs Hee, Hoo, Haa! down the boardwalk until his fingers can no longer twist, in which case, he buries his legs and rests his head on a giggled- out body.
And
Tommy and Jane build a sand castle which never collapses
