Cephalopod
dashed seeds spilling out on the ground, mice running from the clonking feet, papers tossed about a desk. my brain. things dashed about far too quickly, done far too fast. slapdash, sloppy, swift.
cold and crisp and whips of cigarette
smoke drifting by, propelled by lazy
autumn as leaves swirl, fall by,
in lazy parade
or this is texas
so you know,
maybe not
but our sun burns, hotter than yours, brighter
and we swim longer, stick our tongues out
they are red with popsicle juice.