Putting on Air

Like liking certain franks
over other franks (and specific
certain mustard) or the
sense of holiday as a run turns
into a hop, my reticulated response

choreographed summer salts licked your skin
ballet w/tights w/a bulge
front row
finger food
am out past curfew
again

and these bells' overtones are only here
when you are in the frame click
gunnin' 'em down i'm unzipping you
wild road turn vette i am saying it plain
in filling myself i ascend meaning

don't you see? Why buy it back when you never really bought it
I quiz the furnace that certain fire
the fire that says go see her squeeze her
suspend the fondling sunrise
sunset whichever

Like a balloon I golfed lunch away
no ball or nothing only the
bells in tight circles, rising, sun-watermarked,
curls and curvy rowboats licked your skin
candy bar fat cherry stained
glass tapdancing kama kama


�2005 by John Eivaz


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