Stretched out veins,
some kind of,
widened track
stuff like arms,
as a cell like phone,
with a killer look,
and a wordless smile,
a crook gone bad
sitting on a rock, planted
As the sand took him in,
and the Sun played its game
The sky couldn't sing
and the forest no longer could see
stuck in a back seat,
not knowing how much longer,
The business districts change,
and the games they play pin ball,
knocked around to hold a boomerang
only to be seen by a crowd,
Beach balls

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