she
knows
that
you
grow
rainbows
around
heavens
rim

the
impressions
of
four
crescent
moons
on
my
hip

electric blue lasso

why do you forget
the painted ladies
who lift up their skirts
to scatter
yellow
ashes
in
Gethsemane
?

the shadows
of a conclusive swirl
lost at sea

"cigarette, madame?"

carnivorous angels
with blood on their
apron strings

pumpernickel reprieve

so you want happy?
open the big top door and
listen
to the lubricated purr
of tamed violence
and caged whores
selling eve's candy apples
to settle the score.

men and gentle ladies

bloated condolences
marred by a parasitic memory.
leave before first light