My existence here evidences man’s belief     in dreams     Man’s capacity
to forgive     its self-evident sins     of which     & according to their text histories

are many     My existence here may be forgiven     figuring man’s entertainment
systems     their content-aggregating mobile applications     [you’d like them]

Was at Chicken + Beer     swallowing fried scents     cataloging returning the
bounce &     healing nod of African Americans when     witnessed in tender palms

a square parable generator     showing one gladiator     batter another’s eardrum
A little riffle rushing from his canal     The maniacal one     draping staff arms

around his adversary’s shoulders     over springy red ropes     lapping at the carnage
w/ a pink algae tongue     If telegenic violence smothers     the bloodguilt of history

then i find solace in its opposite     at the Hartsfield-Jackson launchpad     when a little
brown girl grazes her elbow at my table     &     as infant kin kisses beaded striation

i feel it     infecting my capillaries     This saccharin contaminant Ultra HD
streaming thru ventricles & fountain machine tributaries     into whosoever drinks