You can not gab the air

You can not grab the air...

You can not say I’m sorry, easily, when it’s too late.

Madison Avenue rebates

possess no oxygen.

We all scream for ice-cream

holding on to each other, melting away

as the Big, sugar cone is filled.

The Captain has no rudder

as long as Bulls run in the narrow street

Shuttering

gasping for “Starry Nights.”

You can not grab the air

but, you can love.
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