System

A tapping foot patterning morse code 

onto 

sending an SOS to the dust fairies streamin  . . .  - - -  . . . 

sensory information.

Grey haired obesity muttering incoherent syllables osculating 

the green-topped tables like a planet 

and the sun.

Listening is just the beginning bus distracting

my purple-haired companion of  the spherical star.

Rent 

Learn
Return

is it really that simple?

only for plasma interwoven with magnetic fields. 

The grey haired obesity planet has returned

in the same hydrogen and helium pattern as before

The bright that is cast onto

seems to dictate her path

carved into the amber floorboards with her scuffling scuffed Nike’s 

that make up 99.98% of the total mass in her solar system.

Under the boardwalk out of the sun 

Under the board walk we’ll be having some fun

Under the board-walk, board-walk 

& she has looped back 

this time, making seagull noises after tossed saltines that the man in the corner with boxy glasses is carefully placing between his teeth out of range of the atmospheric scattering of blue light.

She’s settled on the east.

White tee at counter is eating

a Milky Way melting the sun

is brighter than 85% of the stars of that Milky Way 

on his tongue

I don’t think he knows that he is swallowing stardust. 

But the foreign particles 

have spasmodically expelled.

trigeminalnervenetwork 

has some nerve 

No one dares to say God
bless you

That damned sunlight shines into that manifestation of recessive genes 

of a low concentration of melanin in the stroma

in the iris 

in front

of the dark epithelium 

But, I only see the Baltic Sea

The sunset is confused by the skyscrapers 

and the dusk shadows are falling upon 

deadlines

back cracking

frantic highlighting

latte sipping 

headphone wearing 

Trailing the edge of the disk - almost disappearing below the horizon. 

The windows lead a world outside with noise smothered

Policemen with batons twirling 

forced compliance rhythmic gymnastics choreographed poorly 

opposing team scatters, runs a sweep

The morse code has resided in fingertips instead of

toes

and the compass point of the east was really west all along

nord, est sud, ouest

Grey haired has slipped out the door to the store clerk’s relief breath

Nobel and Barnes doesn’t have as good a ring to it