Which Way the Blackbird
a city briefly collapsing if anyone
balloon forward & out of place
best shoe ivy instantaneous cry
a glaze pushing girl talk gangs
bother the raven
after death a poison so dear
fruit flies or fruit pies
melting catastrophe like so much clockwork
it’s days like this that test me
torn down around the mire
swift as a cellophane shark but not
entirely bereft of wood stained red
dodgy as anything
but energized baking up trouble
too bold to be
too timid to tire