Triangular love’s lesson if ever
I heard one, a staggered lingo.
Mind braced against damage flowing
across 16 hours in my glimmering eyes.
Radiance graft lingers within some
problems here. More whiskey
and Jimmie spewing a flustered astrology.
Stars, pinpricks shaking on
acquaintances, doom the table.
But not paying attention makes sense.
Is anybody really for confrontation?
Free reign spilled from textbooks of water.
Everything is friendly
and gives us cigarettes and drama.
That’s a fucking life
when the chalice appears.
Two chicks on my big feral fruit.