In her hair were
lilacs and lilies
how she felt, indescribable
at least as my hand imagined
an apartment held a sad fragrance
like nicotine and a cold, wet dog
Just in case
you are dense
-I don't think
I just travel, cutting off measurable descents
and action grovels and spits out piths
it dances in a grimy booth
the door was smooth and shiny
it was covered with fingerprints
from little boys in other countries
I said "ma'am, you aught to not invite
those who wish to distance everything
to pull apart each atom, leaving a space
for arson'd counties, and tarnished valleys"
beautiful vacuousness, so glazed & reflective