rows of condos
and birds as helicopters
i had a headache when you left
give up something
and it's luke warm blood
telephones have eyes to tip out feelings to
to dropping off like guns and flies

take her down to the river
and she would step
right over the water
and if you take a walk down today
she would drag you
straight down to the bottom

full of visuals
and half-wit harlequins
it's full of smiles and laughter
we'll weed them like dandelions
and your arms are like batteries
and you arms are chandeliers
bought a ticket to the picture show
to ripdown feelings
move these walls inside myself
i lost my car keys underneath
the palm trees and city lights
avert my eyes to move northwest
we're dropping off like guns and flies

this is a poem
a combination of a sentence
broken up to form a rhythm
you are a poem
little pieces of my senses
broken up to form an image

take her down to the river
she would step
right over the water
and if you take him on down
to that goddamn river
he would drag you
straight down to the bottom