please take away the world
i want to see your eye hike up towards my chin
the lake is still
the boat rests on its reflection
but when i take a real close look
i notice that they don't touch

on the victory of the local football team:

we need a defeat of the other and a human sacrifice of our own to feel connected

my foot falls in love with pavement rejecting soil as mere dirt
my street is coming to an end
and must endure disconnect with solid foundation
my brain is pacing through the night in full attention spinning around stop sign
the season comes to change
the only thing not changing is the forecast

Remember silky cold along the narrow thigh?
The folds:
they knew more secrets than the night and memory could hold.
It's time to draw a line.
Who keeps the guard when dreams are in full bloom and ready to discard the juice?
The dealer at the bedside applies a safety mask and opens sterile gar.
There are collectors and potential buyers.
He knows them and can smooth talk a few without getting lost on paths of lying.

a wave is crushing on the sand
and part of it becomes a mist
and part of it before the end
reflects on unobstructed run of pitiful retreat

it's feeding time my friends
gloves off utensils on
and waitresses in line along the stucco wall

what makes us so sure?

the desert is behind
the mare dragging feet despite the yawning
we won't be late
the cable from the lamp too high to change the lightbulb
is still plugged in
and we are keeping schedules

the mask is safe for radiation from within
the source of image is unclear
sunset has wiped the pretty from the skin for hours to touch the darkness in the air