ayaladn

a man walk in by

‘It’s too warm in house

for a blow torch use’

 

I sing that truer

talking ahead a TV

hollywood say that

 

rollier poli

higher balloon cartooners

what about the brakes

upland or downtown

theirs a city without hills

I sing I think of

 

horizons as wide

everyday a sun one way

gets around quickly

 

a little red cart

to an east a white mountain

where is no slow down

brand new bbq

ribb’d ice skaters made to go

a morrow morning

 

although a pm

should it matter whether when

maybe on earth day

 

aliens reboot

little blue city slickers

who are the good guys

old man governor

he’s too sore to settle on

how then could he up

 

once more govern o’er

who would could not should decide

what is that about

 

how that bothers him

footsore in a tub of salts

once more good eke out