baby what's the word for when I forget something?

                             oh yeah my life

lucky me I came to on the corner of Alabama & Swordfish—

 

on bikes, yours, honkhonk, in front of, ringring, mine &

I think I will prolly be in those crossroads for the rest of my life

still trying to drink you all in—your saltwater hair, purple shoes,

 

dancer's frame, lover's grace, razor's seriousness, enough junkinyertrunk to feed a family of lovestarving mees, & may I go on? 

all argument for miracles inside yer having read this far? & what?

 

smiling over your shoulder at me in your big movie-star glasses?

Just shoot me now baby—flashforward to my funeral, Ben White, 

Cody Romaine, & Mike Dye are singing Zero Chance:Soundgarden—

 

Alex (loudly): AT LEAST HE DIED DOING SOMETHING HE LOVED//Theo (in loud affirmation) YEAH DYING—is everyone tired

of hearing me say I have never felt like this before yet? I am talking to 

 

you Cassanova & baby have you seen the birds at this beach party?

drenched tomato red in good sauce, spaghetti dangles from themlike

delicious confetti—& you can tell the slick looking bird in ultraviolet

 

digs my hot nuts—I mean these bird like to parTAY & baby? from GuardTower 11? from Kormandis? from Saint Mary's? from Cody's Goodtimer? do you hearsweet music even in our rose's sadsongs

 

& why does the song she sing sing of how we have to leave home to find out we shouldn't? V. my actual volcano planet, my tattooed constellation, my blueymoon dance with me once & the world makes sense: tremble 

 

bud cuz here's the scene beautiful Vanessa Mary in the Carolina moonlit sea—surfhidden, it's dark/windy/water'srough so what glimpse of god's face afforded when she strides like a tattooed Russian 

 

primaballerina onto the shiftingnightsand in a more deadly take on Aphrodite & her birthday, & did she bring all the beauty of the world with her? strong & naked from the sea? & straight at me? come, do, into my sandy blanket, outstretched arms

 

I'm crazy but warm & there's shooting stars enufffor both of us to wish on: does it not come true if I say?  baby, Bonnie's loading up the jukebox w/ Bon Jovi & yer threatening to get this dance floor started—