confetti

matter solved when the battle’s on the avenues you travel on, like a coupon

cracked like the plastic on a pawn shop sax in a packed salon, i’m past it, gone

drag em ‘cross the asphalt lawn under an Avalon, traffic gone, like a mechanic with a ratchet arm

smashin ya, FedEx package stamped with the address wrong, the ladder’s long

grab it before the camera’s on, from the panel on the padded wall, snatchin all

of the jackets off, cannonball, land in the banquet hall, snapping jaws

like an animatronic at a planetarium packed with gawks, clashing hard as a crash

at the damn garage when the axles gone, lookin like a magic wand, the master’s paw

never expected it, checking it, stretching my neck like a set of frenetic contestants

in succession, better invested in evidence, confetti in vestibles, defective

yet defended incessantly, never expressing the lesson they’re bent into

mail addressed with lettering pressed in Helvetica, it’s prevalent, better to let em

just wrestle with Jeopardy questions, left at the edge of the levee like evidence

left in a detective’s setting, double time, my lungs supply enough of a thunderstrike

to rumble the underside while i summarize what it’s like to confront the sky

come alive just like nothing’s mine but the upper line, you stomped into the lobby

like a dog got lost at a Waffle House, jaw locked, tossin off comments, dropped knowledge

about toxins while a squad of cops squatted by the expressway, all squawkin’ about warrants

joggin across with walkie talkies, pop off, clock softly knocking your options

watchin the onlookers nodding, bodies oscillating awkwardly, all off time, dodging all your nonsense

you authorin awkwardly honest documents about how you botched your shit

room blooming like a fugue, ballooning in a Subaru coupe, schooling the nucleus

with a unison of students cruising through like a scuba group getting spooked

by a blue grouper, broom booming at your shoes, full plume of ruin floating in the room

assume you’ll get removed, and you cost folks contracts while you mock their long shot

prospects with a monologue across the polished marble like Gotham, awful

as a mob boss’ office stocked with bottles toppled over on top of the profits

boxes of documents fogged with em, dawg, i watch you fumble a dollar at a claw machine, talkin

to a wall like a novice in a law course botchin the clauses, pockets knotted with contraband

caught by a squad of guards hollering while you dropped, holding onto a locket