“I Wish You To Celebrate Too”
Bend every paycheck until it breaks,
the sound it’s time to celebrate
enveloped, a man in a corner
snakes, lips on the wall,
scars in the sky
the cat’s of footsteps in the house
the size: a mountain lion,
my love for you in all time
ride a fly horse through the window frame
the ceiling-stink of another hallway
down the back streets of your namesake
tethered to another brain
of mildewed sea captains
and hopeful yellow galoshes
and hats to turn a bright star mint
soft slippers through dreams
read between the linen
dark poachers explode pouches
explorers committed to the cave
roof footsteps
the splendid cut of meat.
nicholauspatnaude 