i'm smiling and
dripping
all over
corny
the clouds are
losing it
falling back
onto the mountains
the shiny bronze tube
matches the palm fronds
in the shared sentiment
of the sun
chuckling at the hedges like
embarrassing haircuts
on dogs,
boys
but also
solidarity
we all out here
the rose looking down
the absurdity of this neighborhood
money like naked
like I'm marching
with the pitch bend
all the butterflies are out
and I mean it
I hate being told to smile
but the full body curve
that comes on it's own
some other shit
matching the globe
the shiny black stuff
on the manhole
I smelled Paris
and I think
edible sex
the seashell soap
you know I've had questions
watering all my people
in gentle news ways
