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Footprints, Gravel, & Freeways
Breathing thick viscosity
tonight
wondering
if oxygen molecule
O
can be multiplied six times
O6
or are two little atoms all
we really choke up
O2
plastic lungs
in brown
paper
bags
gripping finger-nails
into leather arm rests
of three seater
couches
in dark
sitting rooms
The freeway is busy tonight
a Ducatti
took front wheels to the wind
leaving orgasmic smoke
in headlights
of suburban
family
cars
driving
Wayz
to the opera
It reminds me of
being seven
strapped to
a luggage rack
of grandad's rebuilt
silver Vesper
puffing and jerking
along old-gravel-roads
singing
"Grandma's feather bed"
-harmonising
wind blowing hair
while arms knitted themselves
in ribs;
knots of love
burying fear in potholes
It's raining
enough godly tears
to fill an Olympic
swimming pool
My eyes
staring at the
Android screen
can't tell you
what I'm reading
A mind
walking through
history and present
Learning to breathe
custard
ventilated
through
our moment
in misty
rising
gases
leaving
one
more
muddy
footprint
in the new
first-day
of forever
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