A sight
at the city rivers
one would think
the smog breathed
through
the water mouths-

the gentle crunch
of worn souls
through the gravel and sand,
a lulling bite into
iceberg lettuce sandwhich
between mountainous molars.

Pasty peach bike feet
hugging the boat rope
chatting with clouds-sky.

Toothpaste teal skies
tossin' round salty south florida seas-
big fish, weak tummies.

Squealing fire
  bark skin
crisp texture
  bakes like
snake scales.

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Seaming myself to
the lip of the curb
by the starving
rubber of my tires-
I scoop up
the black stumps
of businessmen
furiously flying
like scuba divers
for the doors
of their
downtown buildings.

Steel ties
and the heartless
scythes on the
heels of career women
gnawing their
tight knit
capitalist anxiety
through
squeezing toes
into the asphault.

Let's just all
rot like self-loathing
sticky buns
on the sidewalk-
sugar bleeding between
the coarse concrete freckles.

Let's just all
roll our sweaty bellies
out like fat, balding
wealthy men
in the wet, hairy
summer saunas.

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