take it as an exercise
afar off in the street


a toy pistol shoots up plastic and
hematite rush brunts you in the cheek
-there are evertimes when you just glide on the surface of things
horrified to face the faintest of thoughts

All the broken images grope in the shade
corners and edges sharp


generating
picasso-like reflections of a you that rally
according
to a self-induced dynamics of spasms

call that heart down, soldier
cool the engines