Spastic barnacles of time
snap me into place roughly
competitively jerking my chain
good evening relative calm

Strangled superposition
fluoresce in wrinkled
cupcakes of listening
moments hard by your heart

I take a breath in the theatre
stars bend inward ignorant
they are slaves to our birth
if that happened at all now

Some deep bloom crimson
would have to be or violet
singes the flavor tannic
and surreptitiously sweet

Always almost catching me
right there red handed
drunk on being caught
a stone higher up the mount