peddling past on my rusty cruiser, I trespass and trust fast. a touch of taste minding my failing business. the whiteness of eyes and thickness of thighs make it easy to abduct seductions. excuse me your life is waiting. bread and butter, thread and cutter. I watched your chest rise. I watched it fall in the reflection on the wall. karate kidding defenses. looking for a vacation of self medication. usually not, the glorious moments are captured. I saw a shadow run by in the fall. I saw a garbage truck driver throw trash out his window. vulnerability always rides in your passenger seat without a seatbelt. it's like not being invited to your best friend's wedding. comatose lions guard the park's entrance, dirty fowl play in the dust. I time travel in my sleep.
dagger eyes in my back stepping on shards of glass this'll be the last photograph i ever look at unsolved mysteries have happened for histories he never drew pictures but was good at drawing blinds death is just life without time and dull hunger pangs attack at strange times forgetting more than i can remember but strange devices capture black and white contrast the naked truth is shy and doesn't like to show its body. occasionally, you'll get a glance. all the light sleepers rise and strive cause effect every action provokes and pokes and rocks the boat profits are often robbed or taken back or given away someone made this unmade bed.