It was meant to be the
most important line
of all known history
but you forgot it
screenwriter
your sheer deed
equips your script
with perpetual discretion
                                     prompting props
                                     praising speeches
                                     persuading species
                                     Prussian Blue and Russian Spirits.

we dream that we are dreaming
    like Russian nesting dolls
         inserting ourselves
                 into darker
                  fantasies
dreaming deeper
drowsy keepers
                              recording the hidden truth:
                              everything that is possible
                                                   is real

the halo
your arch
   drowned
  in the starch
of our mutated
              fractures
   most things break
frosty mountains melt
scattered promises flare
driving planes on icy lanes
       forecasting plastic tactics
          arguing drastic gambling
             how fast your clothes fly
                                                        my sidewalk is
                                                        the cushioned path
                                                        of things that are best
                                                         left in the past

tap my bones
tamper my temper
tempt me on Tuesday
love me on Thursday
shut my rusty trust
trap my soul

a flock
of friends
in town
    flaunting
     futile
     fuels
any event of your life
can be put on hold
       toothbrushes
       hairdryers
       emptying
       drawers
you
know
   you
     are
       not
        alone
you
got
movies
and cookies
toothbrushes
and the toilette
doesn't get flushed

cleavage
         and a pitcher
                of Sam Adams
                              adapt
                      to the trap
                           of heels
                       that clasp
                          trespass
                   this roaring
                      rapture
                 roaming
             the streets
         your
             statuesque
                 figure
                   fractured
                       your
                          allure
                             in
                              a
                             strapless
                           dress
                        giving
                     more
                 for
            less
       I pass
I guess

speed-dating
fast-learning
falling
for
the immediacy of chaos
sometimes to feel alive
you have to be broke(n)
the beauty
the uncomfortable
mind
the wallet
skating
through
rhetorical
landscapes

a million dollar look:

a dollar purse
a smile on your face
a hole in your pocket