825 AM

I a’sleep on a plumcot
packages of groceries I

forget rots under my poster child’s divine right of kings

inasmuch state of
Florida
as the change of rundown car washes seasons
the blvd. files down like a nail

(up the blvd. is north?

apartment 7a, 6th floor, face the gulf loses
its view
i force myself to remain objective but the lights
are out
it’s no longer possible accept it

get down on one knee
do the unmistakable hand phenomenon
then get up again to my height

coolant and genuflection list your lips

I get us all off:
not guilty