We will both take a drag
From the breakthroughs that I’ve had
You’re the blonde hash
On antique hot knives
You’re the spill proof
Bottled midwife
Roiling fine print ejecta
Into illegible streets
that drive themselves into sense
I want to be how I did those things again
When I did those things
And how they did it to me
I know I still am
but it’s the room that’s knocking
And though I’m deeply silver panned
soup-bone staid
I still remain
Itinerant
in dirty plates
quick Rumble knocks, dating Lady Ring and Run
Plumes of prognosticating Japes to duck
All those smoke breaks
Led to a breakthrough
Still have that lighter
From my honeymoon
But no wife to serve piping cold as solace
As a pen knife for a thicket
of an unruly forward-past
Armistice wink, armistice gaff
Rubber Juggernaut
Feel the play of my lancet
In your derma
Scraping you’re bowl of doxy
Dipped in 86 proof of Very Old Barton
Very old fighting
bullet proof housekeeper hides her pack of OGs
watching her change
not looking at me
Something impenetrable with no fixity
When I’m an old woman another time
Cleaning my steps, not dragging my polish
We will both take a drag
From the breakthroughs that I’ve had