I anthropomorphize my mental designs,
analysis in big words.
For what meaning is this?
Even walking down the city avenue:
(the biker peddles down the wrong side
laces get fiercely reshakled
the squirrel
the woman who stops to watch the squirrel)
meanwhile I am listless in contemplation.
I think of your laughter,
such a cheap date
and my thoughts make bivouac upon my reddening cheeks.
I create tumultuous blasphemy
cognitive dissonance
in the form of a curious obsession.
This is bizarre.
Why does my hemoglobin always whiz
toward your general direction?
Now that isn't hyperbolic.
So what if I like my bread rye?
My sole crunches a fallen leaf,
the crossfire sharply pauses,
and I am somehow much nearer to my destination.
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