apes, monkeys and elephants

I stare at your pale-pink face
in the morning sun
while I spin around the lake
all those skyscrapers
growing from the trees
the grass
and the light brown dirt

and I think about china
and wax
and I bite my nails
because your face is just a white reflection
in the transparent cloud of light
that trespasses you like a neutrino rain
in the heat of the California afternoon

miles away

drinking and hiding
in the dim lithium light
of a plastic telephone booth
in Bleecker Street

I think of you too

Magic rabbit

And how beautiful you are

Under this swords
and all these iron cords around us
and we both here
suspended over the dark waters
and the smog
and the hot tea
the wooden elephants
the tin palms
the tiny lights blinking like amphetamine pulses
deep into the broken hearted gorgeous summer night
shear a tear over us
because I love her
and I will never see her
this night

and the alcohol bruises
burn over us in thin flames
made of Norwegian songs
and little heartbreaks
and loneliness on a Tuesday morning

suspended over the leaves flowing below us
and the heartbeat of pieces of broken red bike lights
passing through us like latex bullets
while we look at the green lights in the office buildings
and think about all those lives
dying little by little
waiting for Christmas

we
hold by Rosendale stones
granite
limestone
and sand


just sand under all that