i'm such a one-trick pony

[sashash]

from kickasphalt's tickets prompt & for her:

-incense ceremonies
-now stick your tongue out
-we carry specific receptors
-winds the hair into skeins
-Her father is still in jail
-a slower sympathetic
-Gideon remembers how
-exhibitionist streak
-remember the sequence
-a precise expression


A slower sympathetic ratio of dogs to
buses.

Too much noise in the air clogs the ears so far
in it clogs the mouth.

An exhibitionist streak of blue
paint across the wall behind Walgreens
on 4th and Redson.

In the wake of a small breakfast Gideon
remembers how to carry
a specific small child to the drug store
in arms of braided hair.

Gideon teaches his daughter a precise
expression of love. He unwinds his heart
with an exhibitionist’s love of open spaces.

Now stick your tongue out under the soft
pull of the moon. Now stick your hands in
your ears and breathe out a slower
sympathetic ratio of noise to
love. A precise expression of moon
and incense ceremonies, an exhibitionist
streak of
now stick out your tongue.

Her father is still in jail.

A slower sympathetic vibration
in the walls. He remembers the sequence
of home life before the drug store. Winds
the hair of his cellmate into skeins. A precise
expression of
gone.

Now stick out your incense tongue.
We carry specific receptors in our blood
to remember.
To wash the sequence from our eyes.
A sympathetic expression.
Slower.
Gone.