In Between Seasons

Savvy swarms won't take you to their leader;
they are decent decentralized organisms,
with an organizational allergy.
That's my parts, in part.

We are a collective
that takes invective
and hurls 
when force is applied nearby.

Titles don't have 
reality on their mind,
they are projections,
image machines,
out to get you
to do as they say.

Prepositions get married
under the aboveground sun,
and mail their children
with postage from spring and fall.