I am nowhere and we are now.
Like a parade in a New York storm,
her shadow marched to a stick
on a snare drum; rum is not
enough. We need what's best
for us.
Cover the flags, drape your
marks. Make sure to feed
all those demons dwelling
inside of your double
chambered heart. Pull with your might,
sting with the song, O
devilish lark! Compartments,
complaints, compartments,
complaints. Check in your bags
before you start.
I am nowhere and am now, colored
-a cadmium scarlet, russet, violet,
caviar blue, and tube top gray. Pray
for my sins, for they have mistaken:
of course not taken a thing, but
what's in store inside the timekeeper's
pockets, lavishly stitched so each prick
feels like veal, singing, beauty,
she's so soft and tender. Pretty little
thing. She'll sing, just you watch. She'll sing.
