I like a harangue
one bluster plus

another or not
an I in season of weather forewarned

dash roundabout willy
my hand as an aftermath

and needling nilly but
a portrait of place

in time as occupied
by a serial human abberance

it’s an attachment pulled
this way pulled that

by the dog we stop
to speak on a second

pass in abstraction
a study in character libel

unknown one to
another JB at the bus stop

one day as unusually warm that
as he says it hisses it’s

the end of the world
nearly sounding

the world ending signaled as oddly
an air leak