I.

The sun is trouncing,
The streets rain & the pain of the city rests under my toe
nails.

Thick as bottle caps, can’t see
Through the film of water mixed with the
Sensitivity to your needs, pull over
Churn, take a moment or
Fifty thousand, send me
to a place where bottles of piss stare at me &
old ladies play lotto but
all I hear is your voice, the diffusion of birds in my stream of vision engenders more than
My amount of senses,

I had you coming and
I’m paying the price:
Practical-

-ly free, I pay with my life, this

Is

Happiness

             Happening 

                          Happ..

…en

                           …stance.

II.

This many thoughts lost
In a day, I prance around the idea of having ideas, consequence  & recompense the loss of
Conscious-
Ness and clockwise from my perception,
Break the yo-yo means no more spins or
Tell the winner no one really

Wins.

But.

Us.

III.

The splash in cracks of sidewalks
Rides the boundaries of clouds
And slides down
The slope of the gaze of which
Gave me

This

Life.

Four, of course, can’t abbreviate in Roman Numerals,
You know why &,

&.

Chalk art contest in the rain…

…Think about that for a moment….

Paint God’s (of Gods’) gates any shade you want them, wear your
Raincoat to heaven with umbrella terms protecting puddles,
Know it’s blue before
Your body weeps, bleeds & all
You see is red but know;
All you feel is
Blue.