tickertape under flashlight
your bruised smile
self-help has me eating oranges
it’s the French-film phase of my life
marbles tossed in a tub
sugar smoke wavers
all the skulled-in hives
of our sweet demons
blister forgetfulness
the way neon blisters
and glossy eyes swim up for words
I’m a foolish arrangement of intimacy
I’m so through with anything hard:
jackknifed dreams
pirate childhoods
red bees snagged on silk
a first date with Proust
ok – it’s time to walk a forest away
see what’s in the neighboring village
good remedies, treats, new songs –
maybe a skinny boy who’ll roast me
with wide eyes and a cynical smile
I’m done with Mexican food and bikini waxes
I’m done with on-time people and their tidy minds
my psyche’s sprained
your Tabasco kiss
your storm voice echoes
this is the day Saturn crashed
and I’m catching up to the snakes
when I steal the one with hot blue skin
it will be your river
super-phosphorescent slither gift