remember the last great
unpredictable summer
deluded by codeine and cigarettes
pulled by lunar cycles toward reproduction practice
interconnected over coral reefs
before real estate won the forest
we slept untouched on the beach
encouraged by chemical overuse
with our hair tied together in knots
and seagulls flocked on long leafy wings
their beaks pointed out passed the big rubber sun
and i struck your vein with a needle
and you struck my strange heart like a runaway slave
you danced naked in the florida sun
and i stood behind you on tall stalky legs
laughing, getting high like an osprey
sweating into a shrine, wringing out my heart
on the banks of that lazy river in my hometown
when the sun went down we chased each other
through the thready umbrella of vines and pine roots
under the old abandoned bridge
a mile long

a few summers ago
i climbed the water tower
wearing overalls with
four beers and baked in the florida sun

i almost spent the night there
but you saw me from your window
and asked if i was thinking about airplanes

i hadn't considered them
up to that point
but then i was swimming
on a hot tin roof
with paint chips in my mouth

i stood to my feet and flew
like a pencil or a piece of paper
folded into a football
flicked at a 4th grader

and i landed in
your hips
and on
your
kiss.

if it were possible to tag
an individual in a poem on this site
i'd syphon tulips from the ground
and lay one  across her ear in the sunshine.

likewise, i'd talk lots of ****
and single out cowardly writers
hang them from the flagpole by their underwear
until they're humbled by their nakedness.