Abstractions

Didn't you know...
the abstract has always
been my familiar?
Much like rainbow water
on fresh blacktop
after last night's storm.

Or that the feeling
of repeating, repitan,
is an absolute
like an online Buk wav
that skips on every fifth
word, fifth word, and its
deja vu all over again.

But its the voice betraying
an image of its owner, I'd much
more expect a growl, like Moulton's
Casa de Frute, effectively clearing
seats at the Wild Blue to make room
for friends and those of like minds.