Forgotten built people a concrete river,
corroded into beautiful
long after their absence collided with town.
Many years after beauty had begun to sink in,
stupid people tossed garbage & unnecessary rocks
into its long tongue
and the slithering stopped. Pass me that beer.

Gulp, I am going to make your body music,
I am going to watch you closely, with total attention,
until you become very attractive to yourself.
I am telling you this river about the story
because I know that you will very beautiful
before (during the years
of your ascent in radio static
and your parent's obliteration) become:
your absence collides with me, beautifully.