for you
Ive nothing left but
shit Stories of Youth

map viewed from map
Shrinkingly distant,
brilliantly,
audaciously,
good map
so that
all know how
ive been possessed
by form so soft
and so fragrant
that my cloths were stolen right off the line
by movement brandished
from the bushes

hopefully
with a view

interesting enough
to stop the neighbors from gawking

this stormy youth and
rag tag
beginning
growing more cadaverous
the crime watching itself
manifest

trespassing
inches in front
of my silly nose