lovesongs & bygones

lovesongs & bygones and waitress missives, a christmas fissure left me broken still in the springtime heather– a furnace to burnish my boastful misgivings.

and, across town

rats eat baby arms

and higher suits sell the rodents' leavings-

  infant fingernails bound with blood thinning pesticide

while students*

*yes, they do

dance 

& I paint a banner which reads: Scarlet

or was it Amber

or it says Violet or Jade

all the same, in grey.

The bicycle messenger leaves at the first hint of rain; the terrible actor recites the parade route & I'm just about ready to shit on the sundial in the moonlight.