This Clorox of my feet
moved like shadows of a white street.
Don't know where I'm gonna go.
Hinges of tight legs left to drown
in this emotional snow.
Watch those teeth grow in this bad notes path.
Tad left gap that is a flame to my heart.
Must be swift with those spears of moving.
They say pages are spreading
where to go,
where to stand,
where to limp,
in my hand. Where should I go?