My malevolent insignia
crowds the baby borders
brights lichens to paint posts
boffing stumps with mushroom hollows
bicycle wheels on long-throated roads
humming past pots burst in soil and roots
pillars of sensation, big tails of slim-led
boring regulated traffic, sun bursts's digital slime
and the platform aftermath:
vines on the porch steps
calling to brine and steaming mornings;
licking hailstones tiny as text
from a pocket gravestone.