Cocktail Club

Wine bleeds into orange juice into vodka,
tie-dyed the drink, 
cool customer wakes up with marker on his face,
does care but carefully does not seem to.

Early years, where no-one states the code,
the parent heat-traced, red, orange, yellow, green, blue,
tie-dyed the drink, barely blue, the handprint on the cradle.

Belly-laughed, the fool. 
Guffawing at what we think the rules may have been,
no shaker, no stick, no list.
Wine bleeds into orange juice,
blends into it like piss in the snow.
Trickle down. 
Effect.

Headache, stiff neck, sugared throat, hint of a cold.
Bus ride, home.
Nothing to report on Monday,
though the teethmarks on our coffee cups
better than the bitten tongue,
than alluding that the weekend is 
what we thought the rules may have been.

love and pearl jam

i have one party trick
i can sing like Eddie Vedder
and everyone turns and looks
shocked
when they see the gender lines being crossed
that growling sound is coming from a woman
and then there's him
moving right up to the front
standing there smiling
and cheering me on
as my voice moans and cracks
the moment when i knew

si dulcemente

si pasen las olas dulces
del río
en el pie de los jóvenes
beberé té en una mesa grande
y
si ese río sea
invisible
del estacionamiento en la colina
miraré al árbol
caído dos veces por rayos

las luciérnagas paradas
en la distancia
de meses y estaciones
disconocidos

WISHING I SMOKED

Justify a break

out back

with the garbage,

justify

a few stolen minutes

unreasonable, unseasonable

love

vice equates justice

and cigarettes make fingers

look long