Peanut territorial

from the back halls, seated, arms crossed, legs willing

personality heralded between pillow-long marsh coopersmith

hoopie doo, peanut territorial

bouncing ideas into traffic without rollerskates

united in wings, pigeon exhibitionist going the vole

bet he you we makes rank when jesus come a floating down

telling on the mountain, blowing trumpet, clashing steel

out from the ground in salty shell

spread across the bar room floor in a midwest storm

i heal with thy heel, i feel the weight of your foot

between my shoulder blades, that curve i now see

in mirrors, a new view of the vehicle

down from the stars to witness this game of chance