seeing thru the barrel of a peep hole shot gun
are naked bulbs on branches
dozing like hard hats on lunchtime plank
soon to explode in bursts of green facelift construction;
circus tent flaps a wave.
Tags: green machine, poetry, surgery
Creation stories are like those little machines on a pole that dispense balls of gum, each one another cosmology. I love the hard hats’ lunchtime plank.
gumballs between shaking hands turns a ceremony of 360 students into a hoedown.
even the principal of the school had some slip fun.
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