pet a doggie teaching one two three for hours at the cornerstone store up your nights for death ain’t time ain’t time to sleep yet you do

pick me up here lies the boy where the sunflowers sway and cotton’s across the way of things ain’t things but moments momental monumental things drop you off any old where and say here be a genius

down dark alley mouths tales of man begin to ebb own ee’ any change says he coins fly from pockets insult to energy he eats and walks off it decides how his whole poems gone sour in the sun like lettuce alone don’t ya see we’ve had too little darlings mortified at the state of affairs clutching their pearls and screaming with their big wide mouths open

could we take it from the top again hat dancing whirligig child’s play ankle deep water the sharks get you every time pickled lovers and misjudged distances mountains echo back two more inches off center off color off with her head