4:34  on a Wednesday

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The circuits are all changing as the wild winds blow

4:34 and the masses rotate again,

lumbering jocks,

walk 6 by 6

cradling their 6 packs

as they cradle their 6 packs

too afraid to lose either

 

perfumed, powdered and ready for part two

the peacocks emerge 

two by two

too afraid to eat,

too afraid to breathe

too heavy

too tight

they walk

two by two

 

cargo pants with pockets of lead

they lift their weary heads

and march straight ahead

utilitarian Fred

and Ned

and Marshall

and Ted.

 

 

slack-jawed, loose-lipped and

eyes red rimed

bed head stumbles seven by seven

puff puff pass

or was it pass puff puff

can't tell anymore

pass pass puff Hufflepuff

 

 

Ebony upon ivory and

all those words that fit together so well

darkened chocolate milk

blending like silk

upon a flat board canvas

3 by 3 walks by

3 by 3

don’t get left behind.

 

a too straight back,

eyes too shifty, too alert

4 by 4 walk down

the burnt pavement

in their pink vanilla skirts

 

2 by 2

screaming

oh lord

I am so happy I found you

2 by 2

because it's easier than being alone

two by two

hands clutched, foreheads relaxed

as long as they

walk

two by two.

 

 

mustard upon honey

like a bee spilling money

sits one by one

in amber gold away from the April sun

one by one wonders who won 

clickety clack

mustard clicks

one by one

painting flowers that wait to see the sun.