not for me


not for me

cowards collect on the beach
no cold bed to warm us
her name was something to me
at least i'd hear it and black out
if that's your definition of meaning

true love is glue for the images
spear-eyed weaseling engenders
her aroma was an attack dog
engorged with slant purpose

i fell out of her window once
imagining the words working between us
she was pouring glasses of red wine
i booted that and landed like forever.