litterbug

today
spun itself
into a
disturbing
dervish
of frantic
action

a ball of
manic
anxiety
shivers
arcing against
my ribcage
the fiction
becomes
irrelevant
concentration
a myth
skimming
eight books
for a word
to incite
creation

been so long
since i
escaped the city
i had forgotten
the lazy circles
of hawks over
withered fields
going ninety
neck craned
at the majesty
of flight

i dribbled
words behind me
to clatter
against the
asphalt in a
breadcrumb trail
of love letters
left unwritten
to scatter
as the semis
make the haul
down to the
border

sparks fly
off my fingertips
as ryo plays
yet nothing
satiates the
ravenous tendrils
of the black hole
hiding behind
hazel fluctuations
whispering odes
into the sinuous
dark as it
coalesces
with a serpentine
grace along my
trembling limbs

the world is
littered with
enough bad
poetry as it is

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