Small biting eat my spine

[argus_simon]

•Isn't it lovely?

That watermark of chills that rises from one's skin?
And the polarized lights that fan out across our windshields
while eyes shut open shut to blink back sweet comfort freshwater,
the admidst-us-all
let estuary flow-
rise up and condense if only to fall,
or we take repetition to heart?

•Ensuring that the northwest staple is still cigarettes and coffee.

Burn this bleeding transparency
all about
consumation
and
the
fibers have become soggy.

•Street gleam while puddles glean.

Protrude and poke,
this stalky promenade moves briskly.
An empty park bench full of stain,
but three's a crowd so we won't be long;
and the leftovers reminded us to recollect.
Feeling the smells that they saw on the march home-
walking the distance
keeping the pace
timing against torrent,
but the whistles would blow,
and sirens kept storm;
heed against frivolity or the rest is at bay.

We won the victory by a draw and a poncho.

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