-pray to pan

knotted string the bridge between wrist


and the happiness that are

upturned slits

but bobbing portrusion

cost a dollar

then and now



the buildings seemed bigger



smoggy ash kisses

all smoke and mirror

from the men with the dirty hands

and the all knowing wink

i can see their hooves



shrubs line the side

and i recognize

what forced green is




so feeling boiled over

and feeling comes through head

through soul, through friend

through clock

time takes its toll

abrupt stop

where was i again?