returning to chaato street

after ashbury’s leaving atocha station

the cold sugar crackled under the book

disturbing color and reminding her

above all

listening for it –

we later…

and the layered ducks

the can, falling over trees, in order

for aggression and religiosity

to fold

inward over particular participants…

strike

the yard is your resting place

and broken layered green

a visual dog calls out

for compensation discomfort

or my inexact concrete pounds

explode earthly change

and flowers

in opposition to

across from the morning

hauling chemical abuse

the sink falling from the wall

slowly they separate

chewing the pipe

before we realize electricity –

cars enable sight