Steel / words / 2011 / Shred

She sits with me

Full tilt as the sidewalk

Melts between us

Dirty devils steal one of us

She’s a sidearm

And her arm is a

Bandolier

Of crazy years

Some say She dissipates

Crazy 8’s

Oh no stay away

She has this mighty fine stack

Of powder

Wouldn’t want to be Her

But I know I know I’ll be on

On that porch soon

Kicking off my shoes.

She dances blind within

That sacred statue.

And my eye wanders

Once again Longing for

That twisted blue view…

Dark happiness.