I am pink sash in a sea of reds during the running of the bulls
Lucid—
Where the horns and hooves are made of pomegranates
And it’s hard to tell the difference between the purple juice and bruises—
There were hearts and minds sharing umbrellas on curb podiums
Arms pulling hips into
A bone to bone kiss
Front page of the last book
The half-bent and god bless
So you drink your minutes
Chase ‘em down with just happened images
Pray to fickle finger fine gepettos
Their skinny mallets on knees
Blankets over hand claps
Whiskered and squall
The eyes pressed to thigh backs
Tears over dinner in public
A shush around the wine
It was a blush
The stem was weak
Or my fingers were monsters
Something snaptrick
A small snip
Blood sees mirror, grows on self

The band plays like a forecast of debt
And the mind
gears with their rust start thrusting out
To heart’s content
With violins
And moccasins
A plague on all your moving boxes
An ache for all your holdbacks and pounces
I measure my hang-ups by default and brick solid ounces
To the rim and some then pouring
Countertops just past the clocks in design o decadent warning
The halfbitten cadence and a hollow soldier
Ironic in his bitter
Chaos of a splint more simple
Off the sauce now sucks down Shirley temples

And every older man might be a veteran
Or a grandfather or both or some relative of a close call to fallen
Out of reach
Radio radio
Simpatico you you
Your kisses are
they are too much
Too grand for these lips on face so drab and brine next to your zest
Felt back by one hot mess
Unless
The nooses start getting romantic
Loosen
Let my jugulars go
The hot the heat
It’s getting dark
And patrons with their haircuts and their smiles
And the random new one strolls with my goodness
And some selfish broad windowshoppin
With the kid by fist and
All the time

The oceans will constantly
Run from the moon
Not swagger, not shy
Incrediblessed
And we change with the goodbye warmth of the sun
When the sidewalk takes
Left by the leaves and me
Paces in the snow soon enough
Reality is just a dream we lucid through,
Stunning wheel of spit tough doth move
Piano behind pant hems
Dragging songs by the treble clef
The streets kick us out and
Whisper tug us back with promises

Keep them coming
Slumlord of sanctuaries
Dustrag to cello
Counterpart tally grass blades
And the earth do twist me dizzy
Telephone lines doing pilates against the sky above minds
SUFFERIN’ SUCKERS
Babyfat felonies
Do something to move me
Why don’t you