Notsuoh flow

first word association game
all the expertise of experience
fill up the belly and the head’s eyes
give you a strange look as if
tomorrow’s third war is already
here… water pressure under
an oil field’s surface dies
the more it’s drilled
they at first blush say,
say it’s self pressurized
and then bragging less
the poor field… tour groups
are steered elsewhere
here is our new
our capital is a young face
you may have seen us
or heard of or been told
what to do by us
we foot the feet and
give way to nervous
genius laughter

adjust your world view
as malleable as a MP3 playlist
sonnets and incantations
the volumes of your
work days forever numbing
123 like that numbering
the twine marks wrapped around
pulled to rip in groove
mine and yours
his and hers
a single slice
go everywhere you wish
adjust then
uplift your environment
stage performance us well
beyond the nervousness
double knowing
the well as a part of
sorely passed
Do you all smoke
Do you all think green?
I keep keys close and in my pocket
and ride around the block
a few extra times telling
you yes I’m still about and
setting myself me free and
breathful the
handcuff gasps your
first word expertise
worth the entire duration
of a really good person
we mark the days up
in cyclic oblong
find found
in this heat we
desire Mexican food most
the other half of you
the whole of you
is undeniable
so stop frontin’
Tex sweat drips from
2 am brow
there’s even no seating
at the flower beds
no second guessing
a girl I don’t know
lost her life out in the road
and that is disarray
even those of us
who don’t know her
feel a loss and silence…

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