...rather than fondle the halogen lamp
which is what
I imagined myself doing on a cold day in Autumn
next year...

the full moon splashes
against my fingers flicker flicker
unlawful and radiant
air turns limber,����Watch.

The junkman's horse clangs a rusty bell a crusty casserole
Trenchcoats and thoughts of Betty's Bimbo...
I stir and they thicken����through a cracked tureen
on the stove����soupburns����drops����stove stove stove

����violins twang through walls����outlets spark
My eyes aglow����hope, a fire to feel you.



�2005 by John Eivaz