Love, July 15th

Blasted knees –
Mocked guttural cries churn together with sweaty backs and sad, made-up fat girls.
Those badass youth grow colder; still eking out a party from a case of Keystone in daddy’s fridge…
The stench tonight in ‘town’ is rank – but you, you smell all right.
Piss, maybe – A Series of Unfortunate Events and black cherry chewing gum.

Your ponytail in the car ride home; a waterfall of other dudes’ noses
I will still think about that always, always, always, always, always, always, always, always, always, always, always, always, always.                                                                                                   
Kneading my hands through that charcoal-blue Italian stream –
it’s love, July 15th

You thought on me as funny, driving down ninety, singing to you “Benny!”
Like I was some jester-eunuch built only to please you.
Maybe I was/Baby, I was.

Ah, how these waltzes mean absolute shit.
We all craft these mountains of each other and I really need to catch my breath…