neighborhoods moving
through stationary people

civil unrest dies in front of
a live studio audience

look around you - decisiveness, broken
the pull-back - but progression

decisions, but the projection of circularity
ending in a tide

upon me, the thunder of cobnuts
exude to green, succumbing

walking, all the selves abated
pulling their mortifying hooks

exerting force,
the case dehisces
I walk away from it

a language of trying
semantics    to reform

I read Beckett while
you become

the change in value by incessant
windfall, mostly through the bodies (mostly) -

barely significant
but treated as not, unreasonably so

clinging to a truth
only to find it is a handle

closer, first
closing in where treerings may bulge

the plume of ash hovering
you close the top drawer (even more slowly)

you sweep the cold floors
looking for shelter

rest for a brief while
the scarlet apple, the velvet bite

harmageddon enshrined in an even gentler
kiss