rain sleeps vertically,
the scooby-doo

sea-footed crowds
slurp prints onto the

waxy floor. exoticoffee
holds them up, they

dance on the head of a
pin, camels, needles,

sharpened semaphores
pointed as poems,

coughed up, battled out,
as an april shower, and

also as plans, bulldozers
that run daggers for

ze trampolines.