20. amo

the colors traipse along
the spine, and parade
across the front of every page
on the back of every page
they hide until, the universe
turns ...

capes crack in supersonic gusts
of imagination, and bulletproof
jumpsuits snarl at the villains
in finger oils...

lightning soars with a bald-eagle screech
and a thousand oars of Squanto's warriors
along Boston's clam-riddled harbor

the limits blur along the staples,
the stories shift and realities become
half-truth. everything is naked
but the nipples are obscured by
long hair....

each month, to be continued