Bullshit

There are no lovers in Ohio
Only miles of washed up trash and
Reclaimed lots.
And I am sure if there were any
The announcement of my arrival would have banished them into the river.
There are only two cross stops.
Two four ways
Everything comes to a T
Stretched miles along the riverside
Middleport on the other hand varies.
Now my clothes are soaked and
I shiver in the temperate air.
Strange how the words I want to use
Don't accurately describe the meaning.
Its like I don't know the vocabulary.
Test, contest
There's that T word again.
Benchmarked knowledge
Grained plainer, coffee grounds in a metal
Strainer.
While my underbelly stays hot pinkish red.

Everything has a specific creeping
Down to a long streak seeping
Cars one by one, almost suspended by strings
Ton by ton, hoisted up and down the streets.
Taking turns, learning turns, expected burns.
Skips slips and trips like a clippership skateboard
Six feet stumble.
tilter.
totter.
and tumble
Making a variable perspective, constant in variety
And if I question the, now silent barge, I bear in mind I'll be the one
to answer to the tugboat.

Stainshane