It's just...

It’s just…

A weather pattern,

                    where are your lanterns?

Under treaties with

language straight from the he-bee-jebees—

Said I’m haunted…

                    it’s

                    clear

                    you’re

Wanted.

Elsewhere, my jargon is missing its snare

                              ‘Although new moon levels of aware’

Daunting effort, this

transcribing from the hip

Wit’s end? The mythical finality of my shit talk,

                                        .Walk the get to years took

Right-as-rain pains,

Counter symmetry of tomorrow’s opposition reigns,

now, splattering panes red, barks don’t trip the sensor

Until—the presence brings its own winter.

Hold down the rally—

what do you mean, new alley

Cat off the street? All hurt-filled,

Cute, their nose is drilled…

Actually, here’s a rethink,

Never shied from the ink

Distinct aroma of arguing over ‘what if’

garage band names and sweat-inducing heart shift.

The bloodied lips aren’t a sign, right? But signed the waiver

Be warned of downright adorable behavior.

Caver to the chaos as ever…the only justified enslaver

The universe’s one decent favor.