this tame scurry
promises broken like innocent threads.
pitter-patter of diamonds flying windy blood.
swallow gobbles of burrito practically whole.
flash my face like a stock exchange.
too much butter and the java and me.
it glides just right at peace
with some surveillance mission
some target practice
when the diamond is return to coal.
but old time is impartial, scoot along time!
and the birds sing computer world
and veins filled with ceramic dinnerware
whose sentiments are prolonged
by a carefully drip drop faucet clinging in moments.
moments who jumble around in poor dancer's guise.
