today and every today I will decide
to read a periodical
whether or not-
it is whim but your face on the wall
that has made me apolitical
apologies to the balete tree standing tall
without an insight
every earth has its flatness
son of a lightning! beware of dogs that piss
on the wall
where your handsome face is
i will listen
to the mayonaise and its thickness
to the pickle it creates an objective correlative with
women are such efficient workers! but
there is space for you in my jar of sugar crystals