forgo and live low with what we know

bass lines tripping,
a windy breeze beginning
shakes
linden trees of seeds, freezing
moments to
study ancient greek poetics and
write what you know.

all my effort drowns downtowns
speckled in american flags
i return the salutation,
raising a limp hand

"i wouldn't know, sweetie"
the look you give, like a lo-fi song
about a wilted rose
its thorns as dull as
bitten fingernails
looking innocent in
pigtails

everything falls so fast