…spins his misery into gold

leaf wedding invitations

for the pretty girl who streaks

silver down his stony precipice

dotted with acne scar evergreens…

 

…he imagines there is one noble

reaction to connect the seasick

chordae tendinae of his awful

heart to the greater purpose,

cervine, of the galloping fear…

 

…ingredients are scattered

in the kitchen and filed back

away by dumb hands, never

to be used, lost in cabinets

of wistful blue imagination…