Former (On the Avenue)
In the urban river overwhelming, Fluid faces through the pavement Rushing to the seas, She's beautifully distinct. You start to wade And catch her humid eyes. You realize it’s her Again. The end is never changing. She is rushing ecstasy, Orgasmic lightness. She's not her In spirit or in flesh, Although you'll always crave, An addict who can't swallow this Without the world Expiring in hazy half-time. Not a single taste. The word Is never knotted, But seldom what you wish. Amen. Continue on the starving waves, Hollow on your hungry way. - 4/24/26