my neighborhood

trembles
the overhang falls on the porch
blue of cold char

unorganized god if he is a
scramble,

beats us eggless.

old timer tipped and run out of
gold

under the ash,
asters.

lollypop tags taint the pissing brick surfaces
dissillusion

in tv sets

made to look like

try me on for their sameness face masks.


but in the street,
the same same is dissimilar;

four frozen cousins, glassed dead trees as the window sill

prairie grass sail boats on waves of winter indigo

gray howl of dust, unimaginable stars under the tar roof so many uncountable buckets.