Trademark the distance traveled
Along mindscapes to captivate the condition of tunnel vision.
NOT WORTH 20 WORDS!
Acronyms for context. Fatigued by object permanence,
Names to accuse geography of belonging to humanism.
Lug stands beside a garbage bag gorged with flattened tin-cans,
Spaces to create more for profits,
Jangles to distinguish Lug’s pigeon-toe amble,
Through the air. Through the street. Down the alley
And Lug belongs to steps taken,
Or was it what they saw?
Siren wails round the corner, parks a foot off the curb,
Steps out in pressed navy dress pants and black tennis shoes,
Chewing on yesterday’s popcorn kernel
Wrestled free from the smile gap.
And this belongs to security, wholesome family
To watch instead of the unpatriotic NFL?
Waiting for distinguishable behavior and resulting actions
From the otherwise acceptable going-about-your-day.
Dandelion breaks, human saliva loosens the dead yellow
From the bloom,
Transfers to dimples
Like the venom which went from the asp to Cleopatra’s gasp.
And this is twice a coincidence seemed to recognize
It’s what Self came for?