man called aerodynamics

guided by voices

find deep within your memory coat

a cricket bag you ate from

it's a sweet

smiling apology

acceptance awaits you

don't be afraid to cherish it

look it up in the bookmobile

look it up in the gun rack

in the magazine rack

and the map

for it is only after the fence comes down

that the cartoon bubble explodes

and the new party begins

invitation only

still in a senator's suitcase

let them out and dance for the ant god

like scary magnets to pounce upon command

upon the man

the man called aerodynamics