• The dead of night
    'til dawn was full of
    mellow consonants and
    chopped hissing
    ones, too.
    How can a body plus one
    and ethyl-alcohol share the same bed
    and not manufacture the first in
    marshmallows, the first and second in
    certain candy coated chocolates
    and phantom metronomes.
    I may be a impulsive, lusty, wild-eyed fool,
    but
    don't expect me to thread my thumbs
    through your belt loops
    and tell you I love you
    as we walk.