punched in my fat wine gut & lethargy
spills like a capri-sun punctured. each
step errs like a slurred word and each
stumble's a fumble for the right curse.

oh! despair is a soft orange glow cast
-ing shadows on my throat and i think
i might just ride the sunflares to dusk.
remember me when you see a red sky.

shrug the armistice from your
shoulders you little teapot you
brew peppermint rain in vain

in doors we dance like monet's
girls i saw you tiptoe into glass
like a still pool of stomach acid

we talk of throwing music out
the window would it be littrin
to play o-love-me-love-me-not?

i passed 13 pigeons on my way
to the café. am i corny to hope
someone happened to spread
more breadcrumbs than usual?
crossing under the bridge my
wet shoes left psalms upon the
staircase opposite the pub we
drank in two days ago. we talked
about carol & vivian maier and i
felt the wind. wind like atom fin
-gers wrenched the door open
and ran themselves across the
table up my arms and down my
shirt right through the neck-hole.
wind like knees to a chest, maybe.