The lady at the park
Her dog’s name is my name too
It’s dawn I'm down on a log
The tile tidal
The little steel bridge to my right
I'm left-handed my elbow prods at the outstretched sterns of the new oak leaves
The stems of Stearn wharf
Swaying the bough
now the ocean is in front of my path
The trees and beads made from peels and a rosary
pass the roots of the rock
wounded I lick it
wolf spider
ticks and the sounds of crickets
a filthy creek there's a spot where I kick it
ribbit smoke a spliff blissful instant transmission orisha
I'm kissing brown cinnamon finna in a minute go swimming
In a cold swell or hot spring depending whatever life brings
Evening spent in a clearing
I had earrings
I'm bearding
what a habitat

We all crossed the Atlantic in some fashion
some in a life raft
some with fascism in their hearts
some with magic
and some wished it had never happened and they're the best ones
Heart rolling
bright toed
sweat on the darts
on my great fiery jaguar paw
tattooing erin go bragh
with glyphs and glitches on an anaconda
Got my brown skin Madonna and my skull candies
her eyes open like time-lapse photography
field of flowers
wild posies
wall of ivy
roses thorns groans holy holly bells
hell bells blooming
In looming
I'm so fast I'm sonic
I'm booming
its the event of our adventure
call the Uhaul I'm moving
I'm moving away I'm moving out of here I'm going anyway

She had a glass of bourbon with a merman
swimming in a suburban
one wheel skidded on the curb, wondering whether she ever had a purpose
cursing the sense of worthlessness she hadn't the courage to face at first
stomping on the heart and the throat
the boat is drunk and i gotta keep up to float
my head above the water
the fluids from flower
watching clueless for an hour and then I got to pause it
we are withdrawing my face with a blood-tipped javelin
for lack of a better word call their world Babylon
if I be too loud they on me like an avalanche

No but you know what I heard you could kill by just being there
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