smells like team spirit

kiss me

your song is on

                fill your need with filling substances

made with reel cheese

forget the now     forget the following

  forget to become forgotten

                                   
breed your miss-breedings beneath a millennia of light
            no longer scene in the night
due to traffic in the sky like
crossing whitecapped crosses

         or bled out rosaries           working overtime

like centurions flicking cigarette butts 

onto burning bridges                 wearing head dresses

smelling like team spirit

       i'll frame my epiphany between your epiphanies 

in order to breath a moments air 

              when cradled centricity is tax free

and need no longer chased by need

           

 needing influential 

                 centimetric calenders glued to vases

growing

as we Behave

losing

the need to kiss     again 

and

again      and again

a poem for those keeping us behind

i could draw a line facing eastward
pointing inward and moves as freely as

stray cat tails
declining

in dispassionate grander
 
       streetward
a line
serving a single breath

that resembles respired nomenclature
inspired and electric in love

and

as archaic as

                bleeding wrists

i could draw a sign blaming saline cloud
subdivisions for our lack of confusion

about confusion

a sign the could convey its meaning boldly
breaking bloodlines

                              and files down
lengths of chains

spanning farther than current lines can crawl
the good news is that we are forgetful

          and         will forget you
as soon as you are gone

i could write a poem for those keeping us behind
a poem

that tells of Nouns who were afraid of snakes
and so in sought

with on eye closed to
ruin the world for all of us

a poem that passively runs down the spine

                  like sanskrit in color

or cartographers sketching gold
yelling

                     drink and be merry