A crossing wind br flutters over the lawn. br A black car shuffles down br the street as br I ease my bike into the traffic. br Only hope is for sale. br It sits like a dusty jar br .................. left stagnant br .........................in the basement. br I listen to the sound of the swamp br .................. that flocks like mosquitoes br ............................ in and out of me. br Joined on the road by br ...............other black shuffling cars, br I tense my buttocks in br ........... preparation for br ..........the ass fucking br ................. I'll receive br for daring to think my own mind. br Leave a tiny spark of departing fashion br ........... as you drain me of my will to create. br I'll drop an arm across the table br ...............so you can bleed me. br A crossing wind br flutters over the lawn.br br Chris G.