1.
It’s raining out. What is?
Beats me, but I am
raining in the blue
veins of the raindrops.
2.
I wonder where’s my love
as I wander the streets
a violin—wine blankets
my shoulders and I shiver.
3.
Now it’s always night.
The white moon is gone.
Stars no longer shine.
Words alone shed light.
4.
In the shop windows that I pass
reflections of my soul:
puddle, sailor, palm tree,
garter belt, golem, swamp.
5.
In the end only images of
Sarcophagus! and Help!
exclamation points every
flicking where! posture! divine!
