(stuttering
trolling around pastel suburbs
in bare feet
and gauzy dresses
I let the season rule me
bounce my heart ‘round the street
like a soccer ball)
Wisdom visits
(in her way)
Only to be replaced by pleasure
Wincing
When the wind kicks
(up and over)
Over and out
Watch some part of me disappear
Concentrate long enough
Open up to insanity
Make it make love to you
Everyone already thinks I am anyway
Honest
On my mothers wishes
Moderately cloaked in prayer
Everything I ever wanted
Is already there.
Around the corner. You drive. I’ll steer.
Making it go faster, making it
Better.
(I am now,
by the way)
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