the mall is security now
the five amber streets lay ingots
to where now? where.
The bacteria kiss each other
inside my sponge, inside my finger tips
help me, I’m summer now, old
& electronically deranged.
Here it goes: I live, two rivers change
a name, up & down the ride
goes on with water & then the sonic
boom with needles and pairs
in threes, sleeping. The soft green animal
is beautiful on fire.
Insert the oil, the imagination.
Put the robot here. Let him
feel the emotions & the fish
Turn back into chrome.
What I can not is spring or summer.
The silver is a sponge. Quick.
No. It is a River.
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