2 parts

i.

i'll never rufuse
an evening shower.

i guess i should
read some marx.

ii.

reading about
love,

windy seattle

you know, when
square napkins
billow in a room
like snow,

and i'm suddenly
afraid for this
glass of water

as a slide my chair
into the sun. and
then after picking up

skidding cans,

i bellow on, white
ankles, sex and
rock 'n' roll,

laughing at myself

hahaha!

a mockery
of sustenance.

i will my shoes
to soak up the
sun, the water

some broken glass.

(but steel candle holders peirced
that wall. that one right over there. i
wear this scar like a, uhhh just like a scar
or like a badge)

oh yeah,
it was some
salamander
old love.