Mango Home

Origination fiends
manufacture ablations
where you do not 
sing songs.
Belong where 
you are
below where you are.
Presence cannot 
escape this specific 
capacious parking lot. 
There are plenty of shade trees.
More than the requisite amount
of concentric circles. 
Hamburgers. 
Grounded canaries.
The crows have the right
to patrol the 
murders.
This is not 
a matter of rage.
It is a matter of mango facts,
yellow flesh
spilled on asphalt
unconcerned with 
how far it's come.