winded.

 

brisk october march

concrete fissures divorce squares in

a whole city toying with negative space
 

swollen diffractions and monkey bars
smoking hoods and bereft bough wreckage

the ever present echo of distant rat scatter
 

       backshot

        buckshot

         don’t ask

          don’t tell

psychedelic puddle iridescence
only add to sidewalk shimmer
cast by sickly yellow streetlights
neon pink and orange twists & loops
cast a sexy artificial moonlight
the buzz that hums in the space
between blared green light nudges
in the never quite dark darkness of
those two a.m. fullerton blues