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