my scream got lost in a paper cup
I think there’s a heavan where some screams have gone
I got 25 bucks and a cracker
do you think its enough to get us there?
Is the street,
In bright sunlight,
Stifling heat.
Undulating
Is the ocean,
And the sand
In one fluid combination
Of a million movements
Over and
Over they dance.
Undulating
Is the motion behind the hissing
In the tall lines of
Wheat grass
Behind my grandmother’s house
In the summertime
