motionless fucking
walk off the dollars
offer a weak plot
wrangle the pennies
gaslit and moving
timing your words
with the least of intention
the way these things breath
the musk of the future
persistent cowboy poet
circling the cash shops
motionless fucking
with the boys in space
holy tank metal mice crawling
hurts a strengthening statement
one thought accelerating
clueing in to a heavy attempt
laced up and hit on
with a wander walking
rocked and afraid of
the writer's ending
a hesitant leap
a sensory movement
vomit on the springboard
convincingly shallow
borrowed detergent
and the wash did allow
for making it a friendly
abandoned swallow
the pecking order sucked
but made the scary sop
pray for the happening then
cramped up and stopped
