i 

in morning I slip back into velvet land but recall the dream by taste 

its yin 

the plastic remainder 

of pale rose instilling itself 

into the walls of our home 

sex should be embarrassing just a little bit 

I don’t take friendship for granted as a deathbed employee 

He teases me on my way 

up the bull 

come crashing down 

ii 

coil dragon shakes on again sets off happy alarms 

at the scene of terrific gorgeousness awful bright BLUE and RED watching the artists attack 

the mirror 

every romantic picture flat 

is a private joke to myself 

here where they put me 

they’ve got me on stilts 

over the masses 

vowing Large 

to be kind