McCarren Park #17
The trees are all like tada!xxxbut that’s their only trick
unless the wind comes with its slurry of dance movesxxxxxI walk
straight homexxxxxa dutiful verbxxxxreverberating
pushing no-name islands further into the etherxxxxWith my remote
tonguexxxxi can’t help but kissxxxxeverything
out of touchxxxxWith reality & especially lipstick
you have to wipe the cornersxxto make the look work
When pieces of the apocalypse would slip out of our pockets
your perfume was pure ridiculexxylang ylangxxxxgetting away
from you with murderxxxxsailing choppilyxxinto the gurgling flesh
of my stomachxxxxAll awash & thrown upxxxso it was a wash
after allxxxThe clouds will go back underground
forming bandsxxx& i’ll only hear about themxxxyears later
as the memories of cool friendsxxwho made
a cameo appearancexxon the gridxxto say what’s up
With the treesxxi’m guessing there’s a kind of explosive homage
being paidxxxx(“Atten-tion!”)xxxA toastxxxxxto new constellations