taffylike I sat melting
in my blue jeans
as she took my hand
and we gulped
the last sips of our Black Jack
and chugged the dregs of our tall Buds
I was already there

We ended up on the beach
running barefooted
nothing but endlesses seemed to wave on the dark seas
as our breath ran out fell
together
like two seagulls
on a crust of bread

a part of me is still there
now
and the stars flicker and waves crash
again
when I am alone
not ever dimmed
by time
or her leaving

I am not an empty vase for you to collect your dead flowers in.

witnesses say they heard you say
you were innocent -
unsuspecting audiences quiet to their devices
we were not kids running through fields anymore
we brushed with death breathing fumes
of hatred and virus, the body begins to deteriorate
like a hand soaked in a bowl of gasoline -
the moon falls behind the earth
as you smile until it returns

pour yourself into a bottle of red
ease the furrow
wipe the sweat from your brow

anything you look at
is a convergence point
of unregistrable perceptions,
rivering.
lightning before thunder,
but don't dare call it:
lightning or thunder, or thundering
lightning, even lightning-thunder.
that which sight has commonized
can never catch it in the act.
of being.
in the: act-act-act...pick one,
and it's already gone--done.
cherry picking is done for us, as
the brain screams ****** ******.