Spacey Alligator
The stillness before
tizz the sky
rocketing into this place
im enameled to the floor
like
the colours are shining
spirits in my light eyes
are flying to spaces
i have yet to see
stirring senses
electrifying my body
your bending down to tie
my shoe laces
traffic lights attached
to our ceiling
on a wire
creating reflections
of the tiles
some in beige
others in pearl
or white
the yellow cones
this floors dry
not wet
its like my local
is your local
im local
im local
your local
your local
tizz the sky
rocketing through space
each and every
two
three
four ok off
one
more time
am i
welcome anymore
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