2 AM
and cherry brake lights you follow
hide in layers of white spectral haze
a foretelling of the next ground
you'll stand on
negotiate it, driver, and punch it
when you saw it flash danger too late
did broken light shear through your fingers
in flickering bands?
did you have time to fling your own
curse?
heart, a violent and sudden strawberry ghost
filters a cracked lollipop collide-a-scope
bitter candy shards splinter
twisted metal becoming a cupid's bow
that aims and lets you go
tumbling upwards past the shatter,
alice through the windshield glass
you became so much poetry that it took off
with the top of your head
spilling five languages and
numbers having nothing to do with
the tailor's tape or the bank roll
singing blue silver, singing better than you
a song of swift ribbons
"a spray of stars hit the screen", sweet jayne
mocking your collection of bruises
and even still the moon settles into those boasting
curves, tonight it's only interested in
those of your sclera
shining through your half open windows
beaming at you in the gravel
of one belonging to a dead man
whose coroner's modest cover finally exposed
only a little black boot
a striptease in reverse
it's too late to retract this hex
or crawl out of your problems and into
a dress
and slip into pink and a drink
no matter now how many
coats of fresh paint are
layered on the walls of your palace
that garish haunty hue still seeps through
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