and no moon belly answers
when the guy in black socks
on the beach

wonders where the world is
there you are tossing
a night in bed

straddling a tricycle
that will take you to
strawberries and cilantro

goat cheese and white-
headed angels growing

in the shade - you are making fun
of my too pink cheeks

my clumsy fingers

I'll write you mountains
of blue and red        white
fields of sinners

and dragonflies

~

we, we meaning him and I
         shivered at the foot of Niagara
we saw the rainbows but were thinking
 back to the plaid couches
    we’d lost
              our money in

tv night we saw our money
        shivering at the foot
              of Niagara Falls
his will or mine headed towards
  the plaid dinosaurs          the world
      we wanted was made of black beds

and cheese      little pockets
            of wealth in dragon
    dragonfly moonshades where we nestled
the fish in little mountains
of brimstone


  outside the window
      of our motel a dog sprayed the hydrant
  like it was the golden calf and I saw it
        that way &
wanted to be the lamplighter

    we thought of angels in twilight we thought
of pink nights and white socks
  and dogs spraying golden calves

                on hydrants

    where the little fish and no moon belly
would answer      when the guy in black socks
      on the beach
wondered where the world was

his bride wrote the belly of shade
  while his outside bite shivered red
out they’d go      that full moon growing
  and there we toss
    a night in bed          straddling tricycles
  that take us to strawberries

and cilantro    goat cheese and white-
      headed angels growing
in the shade       you are making fun
          of my too pink cheeks
my clumsy fingers – I'll write you mountains
  of blue and red        white fields
            of sinners
              and dragonflies

~

nothing tickles but
we shivered at the foot of Niagara
seeing rainbows

thinking back to the plaid couches
we'd lost our money in

outside the window
of our motel a dog
sprayed the hydrant

like it was a golden calf
and I saw it that way
wanted to be the lamplighter

not the bride he thought of
or the beautician that made

little moons of his fingernails
a cable tv installer finished
his problem - took out my books

my hissing brimstones
my dinosaurs


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