justwrite 19 july

elevated above the train there's a rain and a hard place erasing the space where that once was which means filling it up which means a cup overflowing with glowing apples stapled to the trapeze freezing its eyes off which makes others scoff at the sense which it hasn't and the dark horizon stretching out its fingers into the sky winding by the stop full stop this is about something else this is about trees in the city and the sidewalk gardening shiny by the library and broken pipey in construction zones this is about the city vertical the purple and the glaze of rain and no chickens but they would be free range or rearranged in strange combinations with potatoes and glowing grill marks sparked by midwestern flair and redirected there and where the pingpong stalls and the calls go out for panda bear but nowhere to be found on the green line or the pink just a blink and there's rain and then it's gone once again this is about the corner bakery the fakery and the truth the time zones transposed into bunk beds the locks lead and followed heavily with hanging heads and swollen guts nuts to those cartwheels you've got to steal to feel real and the price isn't worth the advice given to your back which is to attack and retreat in constricting predictions of collapse lapsing into lines over water and mud seen as fodder for the tour of duty art and the departure from the ranks pouring out from tanks and into new zealand