mud

same thoughts

same sighs

same things

& she feels like

dynamite in spring,

               in springsfied.

why springsfield?

‘cause springsfield is

where i first met spring.

blossoms open up,

quick -

real fast,

time is moving slow

& fast at the same time,

when all the people

get out of their houses, and meet,

it feels like back in springsfield.

come out their houses & meet,

-          why do that?

we’ve been captured too long,

into this landscape without trees,

look around, i see holes in your eyes,

roads and other buildings

seem so grease,

trees turned into canapés,

turned into…