equally baffledcompletely unexpectedcolors we could put
anticipation of finesse and excess
from beads of leather and sticks of wood
wielded by our inner child proxies
A Haiku
I hold my breath tight
Underneath the churning waves,
I am tossed laundry.
Pool opens its mouth
To swallow me with water.
I slide through smooth throat.
Old school football
the constant buzz