Double thick
and butter knifed
dreams slip
back into the jar
Like radio swerves
to latch a hertz
I am on time
with no rehearsal
Lean back into black
tucked street lights
Waiting for my bike
to pull me over
The shouldered hills
the blue horizon
and the green gaze
at the speed of falcons
She stirred me
with prickly words
And spoon arcs
taking turns
I wasn't meant
to last more than 30 minutes
I am the tasted cookie
battered and obscured
The center of egos
ones zeros
and soldiers of Nero
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While I'm spooned
6:30 PM
looks down on
my crumbled silence
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