in the back of my mind some thing flowers
sunlight the horrible
making me feel it making

on the walk the mind becomes a pebble
the pebble a ball of dead flies
oh to be insane on a walk

I say to it
I say to it

the flower’s smell
turning the back of my neck

to be walking
to be breathing with others
the sun speaks on my forehead
saying something violent
I can’t translate
saying mmmm