her benz
in the driveway
crowds my step
I have all these buildings
on my hands
look at how
it looks both
good and bad
in September
in the hard pink and blood
red
you can move
like the beat
anywhere
inside
the perimeter
~
the AC is way on
the stars are way off
smoky tomatoes
dusted
off and
on being
high and some
thing fresh
like nova
new
poetry of outside and
before
sucking up the future
a couple words to cool my day
the moon was
something orange
setting off
fall
then you got married
to too many people who
all slept in, in the chauffeur's cabin
the night before the baby
was born
like nova, news
like stars on the fence
~
and I'm a fool for this evening
taking all of it serious
as clouds roll over you
spreading
your solitude
all over
my bed
I dream in
wet stills
and come to
in mourning
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