i walked to the bank. sideways like a hammer.
i stayed like a grocery list.
confound the yellow birds.
something just outside. picked up the pins.
the pins are me.
i drifted like a folding chair.
screaming stairwells of dandelions.
sweaty tee of lsd afternoon.
paperbag poems in a transcendental tin.
april of lost galoshes. blackhole feet.
