#10

where stinging silence ropes the ear

seducing like you know it is

it's easy to put up now

feigned and trite solemnity

burn it up, say what

and load it into the truck

try to remember feeding the ducks

and pretend you still give an everloving fuck

#9

where the hard line drops

between have and have nots

where the grey old drake

always takes the cake

where cinnamon stars

over opium bars

swirl long and loose

we got a lot to do

#8

vibrato sliding and sliding and sliding

with a swing song so sweet

lots to love

where markers shine above

tracing sightlines through the sky

reminds you of when you were young

don't it?

#7

voices sank low

when bing entered the room

he didn't have any shoes on

and he had dirty feet, gunk crusted

you been slogging through the marsh

the home's master asked

the reply being a dismissive

i know, right?

#6

greenhouses spout soot

while headboards rock in sync

with toying harmony

zip zap zop

throwing turvy tops

when the magic's flushed the room

corks popping under happy bulbs

#5

snow cone caps

rifling along loudly

rolling down, down

where the christ stamp

is pressed against the inkpad

but left to dry out,

unused

#4

sitting on the docks in the dead of night

hand holding under cold shoulders

with reeds rushing and brackish

vapors sliding you backwards

to feeding ducks and playground trucks

running and swimming laps

the curious glow of lights under lampshade

surrounding you, dialing up loves long past