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Long morning peepshow

Gnat glow

Crossing of the monarch

Glutting up cold vibrations

Between headphone mediums and big wheel ramblings

-you mope

Smoke

Top cob

Web bit tonguing

Toothache convolutions

And a monarch in the city bus window

Like

To say

Something

About oh

How crisp these structures

Skyline impossibility

Definitions of elastic limping ladies

And gentlemanly faces puffed and twisted

For this walk

Up off the ledge

Old man

Swinging those suited arms so far

To strides of Beck in perfect time

As the angle of his ancient hat

And the blowing wind

To part this place

Here where each successive ledge becomes less suitable by rising

Some stupid piece of art

And a federal building

And Orange

East west rock whatever behind

And cars like fronds

Empty welcome mats lining this street

Orange in literal indecipherable

Orange municipal graffiti

To be seen only from above and covered by asphalt

And a sabered advertisement rattling Uncle Sam’s hummer

And a sore thumb trolley for a city that paved its tracks

And a bike bumming sidecar carriage hooked and crooked like Hong Kong markets

And a fashionable kind of passing

And all the kids earbuds

And three dollar energy

And book bag pharmacy

And a plane cracked page

And odd gut pain

And just when I thought to look again

The sight of the monarch sharing roadside lilacs with a working bumblebee