For A Guy on a Bike on “The Art of Living Life”

Laziness I’ve known by her shellac and easy coat–
that roll roll and gasp curl of the noontide
rooster’s crow;

and so too those glory heights,
those incarnations of Jehovah light
that seem to spread in unending
unraveling remarkable sighs.

Praise crazy! Crane necks
and all the other somersaults
of children’s hex-stacked unyielding
meta-crisis attack.

Ahh the sweet relax, why bother
with such seated tacks and change it up–

a longue silence, as they say in other songs,
where craft sampled crumples lost

even this is immune from total frost

even this is lost.

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