carnivorous prey

no matter where you go, it’s all this standing in the same few streets/ you in blue again/ and dust we’re playing baseball, we’re racing, or in the water; what made you think you could dominate my life because my focus is the window, and the state of the weather outside the window, and i’ll be going, now/ so like, i need to know about the raining because wet is not really interesting to me, show me some darkness i know you have it, blow dopesmoke in my face, your lips you know what happens next; it’s kinda a ritual/ such tongues as speak to holy writ, still in mischance, forget/ perpetual midnights, sorrow breaking that rivers cannot hide our diving in/ the noontide tight as romanticism can put you down into the bowels of its grief/ the streets you stand in, that grey inequity, and the art of it, indeed, able to allow whose past to escape the talons’ carnivorous prey/