Sweet Chambray

Oh sweet chambray
your simple weave
mechanisms for lounging
all kinds of particles
can get in there in between
and all about you I steal thoughts
so you can retain what I say to you
still sweat stains a pale gray
and the smell
though pure
and pretty nice
is overpowering the borders
and I'm breathing
I can barely write this
without showers of sparks
over Manhattan tonight
trees uprooted
cars bent under me
the road dipped a bit where my bike tires
rolled west to the highway
sleeping next to it
an organ near an artery
I'm going to do groceries
and get all kinds of shit done
this weekend.

Love,
Todd