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
