I let you
in the bath,
behind the curtain;
where the Wizard of Oz
is reducing his cholesterol.

High stakes,
and higher heels;

Put forth the facade
of my calculated risk;
withdrawal and consumption.

I bleed into the pool my obituary,
and canvas every thought of you,
I think about you,

And every pattern of my articulation
of brain activity; those coherent forms
and structures. Processes;

Find you beautiful.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *