All is well
before the streets explode with anxiety.
Call me a cab.
Distance yourself, these tenement
eyeballs never cease to stare.
Forgive me, I
grope the right way.
Have you heard?
I am fluent in
jibberish, a language you don’t
Lightning strikes in between my toes.
Nobody wants to live in perpetual
Pending the very end, but jumping is
quite a nice way to fly.
Roads crumble when footsteps leave them.
time are left for the
waiting for children with