mmmmmmm

dumb new poem
same work with
cute wind and autumn trail
when I was younger I would have scared

Ya YELLOW
jumping out behind lush bushes
with one poisoned
armed arm
behind my back
and mean squint in each eye
with pointed locust twig
wily bird hobo dreamer
on all painted faces
at every single occasion ever
every train station ,even wagon
or box cars wrangled

from here on up
out
to Kalamazoo
a drunk
withering flower
in the weeds