Chuckled


Yes
You can see how the land lay

Once
There was rolling grassland
Under this city
You see a plot now and again
Old bob-war fence rusting
Buggy fence poles with tar
Rotting in the wet heat
Under the family dollar stores

Calendula rear up
Insolent yellow
Tall and strong

The bus stop

Here
Smells
Of gas
Hot wind
I would sink bare toes
Into city green
And risk the worms
Enjoy clouds
Making mergers
In love
Until
They orgasm’d in rain
Bus humming and buzzing
Brain fog inducing
Sleep sitting
One by one
Leaving
Full bus
Blind people
Poor people
Some trying to rep
Some not caring
Homeless people
Seeing eye dogs
Fat people
Hungry people
A little boy
With some loud issue

BA BA BA BA BA
BA BA BA BA BA
BA BA BA BA BA

Maybe he speaks

To prole

Sheep

But these days the flock
It has grown
Orange cow flowers
On blue sky
The smell of Fritos
Sweat
Shaded windows
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