regard this as anything but a list

 i can take anything but twisted hikes

i can take wandering dogged down through whatever neigborhood

i can walk is what i am saying

my legs are made for it

adapted

for ten thousand million miles
spit out of the window
wait for the night to start
start the goneness
whatever i can spell i can say
whatever i can spill i write

is there a molecule that is this feeling
is there whipped dirt that smells this good
is the shock the show
is the run the answer

i work for you
inside a glittering basement that lifts
once with hands clutching smaller hands
dancing forever or for not
now i am sitting

now i am cranking tunes
now i am dribbling stink
now i am furring the edges

now i am more

if i can stake a clipped trap
if i can catch a rhino
if i can make a million dollars out of air

do you want to leverage stone with me
turn arachnids into performance dusters
do you want to try moving with this rude beat
anchor your feet and twist the tapdance tarp off

i am smoothing the lips that grow on my face
with my tongue
so they glisten when i move the city through my mouth
so i can suck on the city
forgetting love for individuals
if i can sacrifice anything
i will grow a community with my mouth
if i can do that
i can stand a mulitplied surface
and hang a gloss over dread
whatever that means

there is a fence that wants to fuck with your dogs
there is a lichen spreading over the drunk nausea
there are barking creeps suiting out
in to be frenzied wholes

if you, if they, if i, if we
can hold back
contain ourselves in whatever fresh blooded jangles
we tune
we will truck downtown to do anything with ghost sheets
over our faces
look out of these holes
the chopped up face
the ninja scamper barking
the dusted viper

we can element time into materials
and make lines out of furniature

lay back
exhale
pound the earth with your shoulderblades
dig light
with a hovering spade
upended
this whole day is a celebration of a forced shield
so you can dance on friday
outside, in leather

i know a visionary
who does world war two
like a drunk tango

we get along
on the same level