this square is
a demented sheet,
plebiscite of light, cocked at dusk,
quiet
soft hum of erotic overcoat
signed inside your cool veins.

at the outer edge of junkyard
makeshift florists grow
selling unforgettable letters:

your sunglasses
burst of ecstatic fire
gorgeous guitarresque of the summer
its long, long pistol-like kiss
chiromancer cohn bendit
asleep on the barricades
inside the boats of your lips
drifting on the open sea