i mouth bobby d. to myself and realize
the times are not necessarily changing
moves in circles
and these folks
that ticking bomb
with their heads
in bowls of wine
in perfect pitch
of idle slogans
taking laps is monotonous.
lines are not gay enough.
abstraction will only make a comeback
if we show them the difference.
let us steal our own terms back and run crooked up a mountain only to hurl ourselves off of it.