CLUMSY

Living in the City may clip your wings.
But there’s baklava, so….
You pay more to live in a cube
with a longer cube MacGyvered 
to a money pit shaped like- 
a square.
It’s all the rage 
how you are.

II

When you formally meet
your first guitar you
get sunburned.

III

Now you eat noise and incidentals. like profound Chicklets.
But your shadow’s sweet-tooth is another way to adventure
from your cavities, with sea shanties from False Hope
Or Narwhal hymns in bright typhoons
Like glass lipids 
Burning in earnest
Where the sun 
Has a brief chill-
In the panorama of
Your undistorted
Will.

IV

Like riding a bike 
with Imaginary Legs-
 
That Believe that you 
Actually Have 
A Bike.