Sprinting Down Rust Street

I’m Happy again!
Buying things!
Crosswise a man
Also screams with glee.
Oooooh! I allow my eye to creep
up the sidewalk
to his porch. Police.
A crane dips its claw into the sea.
The dirts are all a’minglin
and aglommeratin
I think, its
Eyeballs’ feasts around here.
I want to sling it like a prospector.
What’s alls DOWN there?
How big? Of what variety?”
I am racing past an 18wheel
On ten toes. I know I may
fall down. I may
fall down like a leaf.
Those police wheel out in front of me.
The man is pacing on his porch.
I can feel very big thing taking
little bites.