the skinny big-eyed girl rode the visual poem bicycle
on the 66th road of the path of life
towards the scenic views of the cafeteria
where the sign of the zodiac met the arrow of fate
a grief-stricken flashboy dancer from the desert
with an award in heartbreak
upon the roof kids talked of love lust friendship
and the sorrow of frail gentle minds
over the bridge the passing lady in a red coat
asked the sound of waves in a pool of water
to take her photo, a moment of bliss to calm
the inner turmoil of a child lost by force and anger
in his moment of delusion life, like rubber in asphalt
melted sticky ugly, a burned down spiral
of a digger on the depths of fear
the shaking french sailor pompom, uneven on dry land
77 days away the singer’s soundless voice gone
for a walk in suburban wilderness
destiny unbroken rules maintained drawing circles
of hell in paradise infinite eights carried door-to-door
by the baker who praises mauve daisies to dancers
whistle a crying baby’s undisturbed sleep
comes to her senses, but not so
my bass guitar ungently weeps, talking me out of
emptiness, looming large the giraffe mutters lies and truths
for elise tired of waiting took off with a blonde jester
unsuitable for love drowning her misery in weeds
a still unlived live forever captured in raw umber
