Waterways

(Listening to Art Blakey & the Jazz Messengers - Moanin')      
        
Skull and bones        
Digesting        
Their crosswalks and        
Street signs        
In a fracture of the        
Breaths it takes        
For limbs to        
Reach the other        
Side of this        
Corkscrew        
Dimension;        
Nothing against        
Order        
Taking its        
Possession:        
Drainage,        
Irrigation and        
Supply        
Flowing        
Forcibly-a        
Sea of        
Muted        
Body with        
Grass      
Slivers        
And earth;        
Umber        
Curbed        
Spaces        
Running out:    
Flooding    
Their    
Concrete    
Ledges;    
Water    
Containers    
Hurdled by    
Street; their-    
Secret      
Paths and      
Daisies       
Without a        
Name;        
Skin        
And jacket        
Pelting the        
Jet stream;        
Tremors        
Forsaking        
Sound while  
Flushing        
Weak; then    
Feeding back     
Home.