Wall Study

Amanita swirls pasted above a certificate of adoption and three days of thrills in Douglas Park. Sea pod split in two halves beside what might be a giant’s flood. Rainy bloomers. Gulmohur. Jasmine flower. Hibiscus. Dazed in a new order. Light art. Yo-yo competition with the moon and the sun. Warm toque a few miles up draped on a triple-shot Monster that should’ve been thrown away. A black slab, babies in a jar, a copy of a copy of a Xerox pickup on top of a bomb for the
music industry.

I was born inside this body and I’m stuck there

Scream “ba humbug” by Bar Harbor with a pint in one hand and a kid’s shoelace to tie on another. Use the rabbit ear method you learned and never let go of him saying you had man boobs when he thought you kickball. Dried flower petals pressed by a new bible for a homeroom project. “You are the sunshine in my rainy day,”. Marked down for late submission. Run back home, boot up your Mega Drive, slap in Revenge of Shinobi, and just kick up. That’s what you tell me, sucker.

You were born inside that body and you’re stuck then