|and there are brown cars all over the road
we put our money on our gray fox
and at the quarter pole some mexican wins by a neck and ¾
we dance like a cabaret
tan legs crossing dipped in fluorescent hues
and the mexican is dancing on your grave
and i no longer care for sugar
|piano flowers flicker
with orange. blue house paint.
bare skin on cement
short hair and a skinny body.
different than you feel you are now
heat flickers red like childhood trees on your second birthday
your teeth were sharp then.
potted red roses like cups in your eyes
|shadows are looming things
the ones from Alabama are too
tape cut and cars drive by.
sound is minimal as you speak
wave to your neighbors more often
they have shadows too.
and you were saying your girlfriends name 15 years later
but you were really saying tina
and then you started to cry.
but you are a good boy who wonít let on.
but you start to cry again.
and who are you crying about?
and you ice skate.
|it is very quiet and only the keys bang.
you think about your hands.
you sleep peacefully on sheets with elephants glued to the
you are disrupted by hands and bodies and bodies and hands
|and there you are again.
your feet have holes in them.
you run and jump and dive like you are submerged in water
you tell stories
you say your name like a television host
and you iron a stuffed dog
with a mixer
and the camera man says itís ridiculous
and you storm off the set.
you retrieve your mixer.
and those stage lights are very very bright.
and the tape is still rolling.
|on the street corner
you drive slowly
he drives slowly
he is looking across the street in the morning
you are looking down oxnard north
the trees are motionless, their palms are flat
and it is sunday march 29 2 pm
her voice was sweeter than his was
but she doesnít like it when you touch things
you are looking for someone named judy.
you are looking at a white politician and a black actor.
|there is better flesh than yours now.
in all kinds of trouble, and it is funny.
to know how so many of these people will die
or not live anyway.
she ran over her baby and put him in a trash can
they called it the baby blues.