I knew the incoherent aliens
were coming in their new wore cars
they zoomed by in my running speed
I couldn’t spade to figure know
before we knew it the Hole: Neighborhood was gone.
To O-Hi-O and parts of Uganda.
We missed our sun faces in Cali.
I kicked and screamed.
and I kicked him in the shins. with both feet.
I yelped for him; and prickled forward;
I thought of pickles on my sandwiches; yum.
So Dusty. Like the Iowa Wind Tunnelers.
I love turtleneck sweaters; the take away the perversity of humans.