give me a drink that stings the gut,
let me fly into the walls.
there will be no next hour.
in the abyss will reside a something-for-everyone.

tabs of white light in reptilian pupil
to the place where free will is murder
to sidewalks where nobody thinks of dragons anymore--

no loss--body curving off
across a weakening horizon
how airplanes hover
a shell of armor around one ecstatic passenger,
to open love to a woman kind
then hide in gutters strewn
with the low lights of discarded things