Jumping Beans

We eat- and we commit, we saunter and we feel it- the wisdom, the wire’s, the welding of the mire to the person who is inspired- an envelope licked by the man they call sire... The literal is pitiful, so spin the skull and make some mold, take a poll, read a skull, enter when you’re full, ask them to list the goals- be motion while it’s on the phone, black people when they’re away from home festering lingerer’s un-laid by their bones a drink- cheap but hits the hole’s... A young person preen, a peacock mean, a regular man green, ridiculous and obscene! Motion of the sea, movement of falling beans- music in the reef.