Darwinesque
You try ta latch on to one little thought,
from now, right now present and re-present
in form that permeates thru like USB glidin'
catchin hold of tiny strands of seratonal demand
slip, sliding around other peoples vibes 'n rhymes
and sometimes rhythms in the quik checkout line
you watch the way an arm swings, slowly flails
or a stumbled step skips, suddenly slides back in
a cricking neck missing the next tingling beat
so you check the pre ordered love pods for signs
of darwinesque dances all too simmering trances
instant contentment, committed urgent solitude
and the gratitude of strangers you maybe
ever so occasionally fall into crush with