Shit Sits Still
I slant-walked from easy town to easy town
submerged in what could be called shade.
I toddled, as one toddles in park,
from slide to sand-box
and these environments weren't kept, keyed
like children expect.
While moving an invitation is always open,
open like air, open like my mouth when I watch t.v.
I wait patiently while tuning in
and leave promptly on embarrassment, harassment, assessment.
Who knew the beauty and perfection
in coming around and packing up?
A trailing sense of personality
following my steamy spots for roaming.
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