Out of the Hustlers' Bag
Night Crawlers in drag.
Valets and Carhops
Bad Boys from Pet Shops.
Resplendent in Spandex britches
Go-Go dancers' twitches.
Golden Oldies catapault
out of the Treasured Vault.
Bent over, or on their back,
making golden Muzak.
Sweet sweet Muzak in their ears
shifting gears, who steers?
No one belting up
frosting, melting up.
Drive-by Shooters unload
then haul ass down the road.
Long Johns, over-powered
the Grave Sight, under-flowered.
A Gunman's mortars
burst the Bag of quarters.
Seed, broad cast.
Tender Flower.
Opening ...
Rain water
rings your rim.
About to drop,
Joyous Tears.
Held like a breath,
that moment comes.
And passes in a
Pulse of Light.
Next Spring and
Next Spring, the
promise of renewal.
Free Flowing.
For now, the
Dissolving Image of
a brittle Flower.
Free Falling.
Dandelions ... caught
in the wind. Gossamer threads
flowering full-blown.
Spiraling wafts of
levitation. Free-floating
forms ... evanescence.