If you think I’ll be thanking god
then friday must of come around
Fallen at its objectionable feet
i avoided smearing mustard on my
When linguistly tonguing bedwyn
a Girl with a pretzel knots hair appeared
making handtie hearts too place
in trees as old As Truces witnessed
by dry streams.
the conscience traded Jade Rings
smoked hoops grass skirts
the koi kites visible in mirrors
Hanging side by side in the Windows
Of a hundred Scraped cars
With missing two radio band’s
No longer able to play weighting game.