Street Energy
If got above three million
clothes on,
I’ve got about three million
mouths voice simmering.
I’ve got bifocals, skirts.
I’ve got true lease.
Fortunate lips – jest music –
I’ve got all the houses,
All the sweaters –
Projects first – nations of current –
neon lights – ease hips –
Communicate silent,
‘Here is the log tampering’ –
A greeting to a friend.
The arms hooked – service jeans –
I’m in a breast,
I’m in a walker – I’m on
The ballroom city, I’m
Leg hooked,
Hooved.
Clock kings, ahead, over –
Shoulders dealing equal – some million
Throws of a
“nothing’s wrong” –
The new square –
An old, new laugh – I’ll be dour, tusk it all.
The rapid speeding engines –
The hot might – friends and the
minion mood –
We’ve not been in the case yet, Jean –
Marie and her
Yawns please – arms gush –
pulping the whirlpool –
Staying still,
And musical –
Found heat as
Jorge and Joseph,
July –
Julian –
Juggernaut –
Bad liar – woman – (hand
The maid her gift)
any harsh –
Where’s the
rack –
Let’s go for a putz.
They’ll say, ‘oh Theodore
You are not in the drop ceiling.’
And I’ll say,
‘you are feeling you are now in
The drop ceiling?’