poem: unsaid careening

i went backward in the backwards
store, ascending the spiral
fates, elegant wasteland
of the forty times traveled
past the details left unsaid,
careening by brute force
the simpering fools
lingering in the heart,
lounge lizards on grey rock
salivating the futures
the golden opportunities
gooed in the gooiest of honeys
all your little honeybees
back in the woods
clamoring for a daytime
spot.