A (Soma)tic Exercise

So rows vanish
Points me wood
Does this circle

End what the
Fuck is going
On these are

Just some notes
Among the muggy
Cars and flag

Torn filters throw
The wreck off
Wherever we go

Statues mark this
Place tho nothing
Happens seasons reverse

On opposite days
I'm not sorry
For being a

Discourse connect the
Lines in gasoline
It is summer

In the snow
A public space
Seems to float

Through me there's
A street above
Those open leaves.