loud neighborhood motorcyles

the window is open
there are loud neighborhood motorcyles

i am sitting in a room
the radio is on.

there is a lawnmower
somewhere.

it is very hot
i am sitting on the floor



my arms are skinny muddy rivers
for neon blue eel veins

the hairs are pushed down branches

blowing and flying
in the wind through

the blowing window



there is a child screaming
from his room
somewhere

there is a branch
blowing
and tapping


there are motorcycle serpents
growling from the water