B o o m t a p p i n
Heavy machines
Ratatating in a summer heat
Nobody moving down nobody street
Future is on repeat
A canyon blooms
Stranded morning in a strangerʼs noon
Night is floating like a loose balloon
But should be landing soon
& everything wonʼt look so far away
Thereʼll be a shadow over every touch of grey, & everything wonʼt look so far away
Partially lit,
Somebody seeing how the distance fits
Someone getting over getting over it
Before theyʼre over it
Those heavy machines boom-boom-tapping on the wall that leans
Canʼt remember what remember means
Without remembering
Zigzag horizon, far flung door
Jackhammer dance on your dancing floor
Until the distance is unsplit some more