lake ontario never existed

wish i could                  
read about something like that in a book now                
zone out                
on it sprayed on a subway tunnel               
we used to                
drunk hopscotch                
ali
turn styles               
manual                
front truck tip toe          
discs and pads               
black irish              
jig sick 10 sac               
icebergs, blocks,parallelograms, acute cubes,exiled curbs              
that if you runnin from the police                
with your deadliest catch toe pump  
up,never falter    
demon already balked  
backed down  
don't want nothin to do with it              
they'll never catch you                
or at least find your body till spring                
                 
              
                 
used to shoot stone throws            
maybe one days at the lighthouse                
only thing on the horizon          
couldn't get to        
to ruin              
nobody knows nothin                
about the building on wheels                
there's a bad knee                
creaking elasticisty    
curiosity  
shoulder shadow                
between sleep                
closing your eyes    
as it is above  
blacktop previous burnt bridges    
so to cinnamon stick  
apple cider undecided    
chewin up chew toy anyway               
rubbing the brim of your nose                  
while                
cleanin them spectacles for a minute                
the idealogy of a hollow point lobotomy    
wanting on acknowledgement of existance               
                 
a i can remember that day                
just not her name                
a real bad penny                
that gets you green cheeked                
copper poisoned                
breathing but never sleeping                
or blinking again                
                 
rocking chair by the window                
sun downing                
into acid jean washed                
flame touched film                
frame by negative frame                
a shadow and silhouette                  
of  the only ashy evidence left                
locked up in the back room still                
zer0 proof of ever being here                
except that you know that you were