The cops don’t carry magnums of champagne
in the backseats of their cruisers.
In my town, seven year old kids know how to steal motorcycles,

The old Hudson is an odd lumpy cock
standing on its nose in a ditch full of mud.
I want to think that you’re asleep

Quarry in cold
rain, standing pools
of slurry below

Homage to those days
when you're up early and hysterical before noon.
When your deepest darkest doubts

Rain constant hours
shadowy bamboos crowning
veranda handsome, exotic

Ovo in regolith
scumbled, awake on
a rectangle mirror

Claustrophobic trumpet vine
tired of city
life no choice

They have affairs. They rarely stop to think
until they're begging for a second chance.
We love and learn we sometimes need a drink.

You're crazy if you called this an affair.
We slept together, and you made me come.
No big deal. You've got a lot of strange

They're not of curves and shadows made.
They don't wear skirts to swoop and tease
the eye, nor toss their hair, nor sway.