Seeds germinating in this heat
The wet ground open
Beneath the cracked and pitted feet
Of a city bent on decay
Slow and clear
Like the bright sky
Like the bottle
Pouring fool’s words
Parting the teeth
Spouting insane protestations
Dry like summer dust
Blow off to the sea
You useless phrases
You dead brain cells
Turn under the muck
And churn up again
Become clouds
Return, better than you were
