Heidelberg 2019

no way no how

somehow

here

an escape but just

one block

everything else pushed into

eyesore

and meditation:

trash-toys

purses from

old nurses

stairsteps

moving through sky then dirt, don't

forget

front porches

don't forget

anything therefore

every roof

is caving in

nothing is

memorized

everything else

gone

creamy white

rusty old mouths

the pink cross

is

concussion

and

truth

a lawn full of

dirty clothes

rotten little tires

doll faces

wanting to clock out

little clouds singing doowop

above it

little clouds

depressed about

what's left

after all this

bullshit has gone down

fervent trash

technique,

washing machines and

gigantic tv sets

and pringles cans and

one three muskateer wrapper

start to talk about

their feelings