it's all a seizure of windows,
open business everywhere & tailwind aching
colors to be with convenience you
torn posters of dragonfly staring away
streetside kidflowers,
knocking doorframes empty
for a child's name spraypaint

what microphone'll have you wet & naming
the vacancy groaning it's all
a keyboard of blank nametag titties
screaming photo photo photo
tank of wet brightnesses
ripped stones broadcasting sheet of dead wind
on faces of a river flocked names
mirror deciding you're motionless coins
the town fountain wishing you expired
sleepless for social security weeks & passed out
parkbench printed across the T-frame
of helpless visage in crimson sought anarch,
one hundred year old penny stuck
to the peace of an exposed rectum.