idealism:
flip-flops like summer
if it rains
here it streams and flows
and ebbs
and current events
fill the potholes
on alexander street
one cracked headlight
bounces light
into other drivers' eyes
magnified by thousands of lenses
of water
(sharp, like intricate
bug eyes, their senses)
v8 zoom through the
side-road-lakes:
rushing wave,
slushing wall that
once was a puddle.
i am not jesus nor peter.
sink.
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