when was the last time you saved a ladybug?

could tomorrow be the day where the tiles tend to themselves?

leading one behind the other 

or America fuck yeah...

lending themselves

to what could only be described as an

orchestrated

and meaningful annulment of plight familiar

unburdened in thought and thistle

                                you feel your own pain

and

it's helped along in its passing by 

and defining meaning requires the simplest of guidelines

         i've always preferred green over red

even as a child

building traps with string to keep the fists from finding

an easily turned doorknob

made for adult hands

to turn. 

were we all raised

conservative?

and

We are the rules

                     can make them 

as the wind blows between beasts of buildings passing cloudy days

captivation 

or

i've stopped killing bugs

choosing instead to take them outdoors

bites be damned