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Haiku-Like
Imagination
Big bright buddha adjust
The station

I'm at this party
Gutty-what's moving to
The electric avenue

I'm not doubting the way it feels to cruise the streets at night on training wheels but when your helmet starts to pinch you know it's time to call it quits. You are a parody on parade, so engrossed in your own joke that you forgot to laugh and there's something bittersweet about that. And now you've got a bunch of innocent people riding the Chinatown bus around, and you're the captain. No air. No AC. Most your passengers were just walking down the street when they were captured. And it's all about climbing into a paper bag and finding your way out. If you never tried to sell yourself short, chances are you can breathe independently. Iron lungs are no fun, are they? After hours of nothing, nothing's biting because your bait is rotten. Waiting in line to become an item.

Southern Illinois Street.
Canopied sycamore trees,
wears its age on its sleeve
Neighborhood kids duck next to front porches and crack eggs.
Orange juice and sugar mixed with sticks on a bed of dead leaves and dirt.
Making secrets and having feelings before feelings hurt.
We're in the backyard.
The temperature has plummeted.

It's only so long that you can stare at the stars until they become a black spot with white dots. And it would be heartbreaking to imagine you and me as two prematurely retired loose cannons. Don't give up. Your conscience, did you honestly think you could be satisfied. To open the door, and then step inside. It's an allegiance, to your wisdom. I am taking all lines and tearing them apart. I give up.

My sea legs went south where they put stranger creatures on old maps. Imagine if they never had a net at the circus circus.

This definitely leaves book amounts of time for those long boat rides home to think about where waves are going or to pray for a new home inside a whale's stomach that i could decorate like an elephant's with some different lighting you wouldn't even know the difference.

We look good in the distance.
If not for me and not for you then for every painting ever made of the ocean blue

I'm not hugging you no more because you hug back like a cactus.
Out come rosy red cheeks and I'm springing leaks.

So, shuffle, sway, pick up things and look underneath them. [4x]
Trail off and disappear.

Kids grow up and they all have one.
Suburban folk-lore. Legend of failure.