I'm wondering if you've ever been
stung
by a killer bee
I don't believe that your memory
serves you
like mine serves me

I live right across from the cop house
every night they make cop sounds
the bus goes around and round
there's nobody to collect downtown

In the race
to chase the sun
the bystanders are left quite stunned
habitate space
to save the race
there are no dodos left in this place
post-Brix-esque fiction
featuring a pianist
and a florist
they raised a daughter and
they named their daughter Lois

They're holding on
to the cross now
and
all the love that got lost somehow
in the public house
they quietly drown
and
take a walk down the old canal

In the race
to chase the sun
the bystanders are left quite stunned
habitate space
to save the race
there are no dodos left in this place
post-Brix-esque fiction
featuring a pianist
and a florist
they raised a daughter and
they named their daughter Lois