An afternoon in an ambulance; blacking out, with little of the feels
A stroke on me; slurring, without a voice
A night in Bellevue Hospital; unsuspected, unknown
Family in the room; care intensified
Friends here and amongst; paying respects
Yeah, it’s love
For sure, though, exposure is out.
Connection is not mutual nor intersectional
No relational eye glow, for real though, like...Pro-Am Bowling
Fake wall, baked small
Basketball paywall
Dance into the fire
Tire pushed, pumped whole
Thread the wire through a hole
Thimble open, dires told
Many men dodge the bails
Many women post no bills
Many folks fear all ails
Many folks fold from ales
Many men dodge the bails
Many women post no bills
Many folks fear all ails
Many folks fold from ales
Lay it down on a platter for satisfaction
Rise it up above the clouds where the sounds are original
Cumulus first, then with stratus once
Cirrus now, cirrocumulus later
Spit it out