“We Were Out of Time”
And places
and wolves to do that
and tricks the canary played
in closed hands
and rain beams
and frosted roofs
and scarlet dream
your cowboy clothes
and the robot lending missing pieces
to the memories of June
in fountains of electricity
pour you, through seasons
caught behind a door with your first love
a whiff of perfume and stirred to the
kissing, skirts adrift for flames
peach of peaks and the pesce
of heavy petting
one last sword to graze
the fizz of drinks cast overboard
the crackling of parting
and parties below deck
slips through silver hills
just as blinding, locket hawks
and silver men in sleet
a night on towns when unobserved
the beast reserves
of shameful things
and toyed the knocking
and what are joys
the buds aflame
river-smart and jeans
and needles coated fast and blue
and terrorize
the peeling night of denim means
the birds were anonymous,
as we once were.
nicholauspatnaude 