THE HOBO'S LOAD

A sneaker extracted from dogshit

and placed on the pavement

beside it represents an important

'un-jamming,' i.e. an important transition from

being embedded in a mound of excrement to

the actual resulting (planned?) sneakerprint.

Contrariwise, from skeletal negatives spills

the unthinkable smoothie. I want

my girlfriend to be like that.

Silver vaporized shouldn't become his breath.

A fart, if utilized to make an impressive entrance

or to conclude a speech or to guide a courtship,

shouldn't be apt to disrupt the office,

home, park, museum, moon, sitcom,

the daily quotidian goings-on of Jurassic Park,

the bath, loft, Russian, egress. Bringing

your dirty dish abreast of my skull sensor

made it immediately emotional. The basketball

team thumbed the gymnasium floor tepid. Slurged.

To the floor, it was like being slathered over with sand.

Shadow-washed hands have their evil instinctively

on repeat-wring. Rabid heads farm the hobo's load.

Would it raise the yellow hairs on his arteries?

In the box of bacteria he keeps beside him, would gales form?

An electric wheelchair runs literally till there's no

floor anymore for it to run on.

I'm starting a general purpose cliff face.