Through the pupils of my lower cased eyes I watched planes comb through skylines carving my favorite indentions into baby blues like infant bite marks on teething rings
Through those same oculars I envisioned an oracle building legos on my train of thought not knowing these loco motives could steam roll writer's blocks
Collected chest pains in ragged trunk spaces filled with tall tales and faction figures until I was too gassed up and had to pour my heart out like love spills
Broke fast and unscrambled the poetic presence in the yoke of cheesy nursery rhymes where the sunny side shown on Humpty's wall...and in the milk of the world's playground I dipped into jungle gyms like the animal crackers at my adolescent kitchen table
In my child hood I roamed the pavement of timelines watching the chaos in adult hood hoping I'd never have to cross teen ages and live amongst those old tenants
Behind the pupils of my lower cased eyes I watched the minute duration of sloppy seconds turn into the grand timing of an inevitable final hour
