Preserved and escalated in the jelly
of a rhythmic music,
mostly in the green that lives
butt pink as the eyes
of the land's first rat,
emitting all the healing
of a surgeon's error,
caught in long floss
at the edge of a bed
love unmade, clutching
in red continuity the scheduled
event calendar he will never
attend.

Altered ego pushing a shopping cart
in labyrinths of granite ballerinas saying goodbye
with outstretched handkerchiefs and kept mouths
all feigning permanence of judgement
as they collapse analytical air
with a turn of aching torsos
in the windswept mind
terrorized by the depth of its limits
passing the whole ocean over to sexy amateurs
acting like carriers we kiss
out barriers then post them
with salt, retreating with a half grin
to sin more against the snoring
of history.