Industrial Park

At the bus stop into the industrial parks womb my

lurching mind zooms

Down there again to go I wish

again by the pen, I have some stuff to dish

never thought that your daytime onto dusk’s doing

was on my list.

This night I hear Mr. Bat flying communicating

with his pitch

In flight within reach I hear his bro or sis

with their personhood’s screech

But by ways of freedom of speech

It’s Industrial parks isolated writers

den I would like to reach

Industrial Park!

each one of these urgent to be private ready for darkness

pen strokes

wants to inside your arms own invisible cloak have this

page soaked with the spirit of outside art!

I’m a bloke.

Inside your opaque midnight room I would like to start

to write down “Helen” with Jackson Pollack darts

inside your neutral room in the coolness of the dark

You Industrial Park are my potential friend

who knows if you’ll let me into your natural blend

2.5 hours ago your animals sounded

like they wanted to invade me like Hannibal!

Pound Him!

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- 1/22/24

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