Clear On Repetition

my arrow has
a song
a sound
flaunting
spouting words
that escape a silent mouth
half-attentive on an earphone
vacation
stationed between a rock and a hard-to-place
genre

peers
patellas shaking
ready to pounce
to dance
index rakes a bit of table veneer
takes a while
taints
scrapes a bit of platinum
nail paint
hums on
hammers home

and there’s no place like
it
no place I would rather
be