I heard Amy Winehouse today, her music jacked up fast & techno, for my heart.
I saw how the leaves fell the way Rilke saw them fall: all motioning no, no, no.
I heard the brown bats that roost under the bridge over the lead mills.
And the cats fighting, the ones in heat, crying with the warn & want of a baby.
I live in a jewel-tone neighborhood. One day, as I strolled past the quietest house,
a small forest of Queen of the Night tulips
blossomed into a whole night sky.
By next day, the black stamen of each Queen weakened, let loose & wept.
Do you know that nothing outside of our mouths will save us?
A god lives in the amygdala, but he is weak, too, asleep under the new moon.
Did you see an angel’s viscera across the sky?
Back when I was young and always broken hearted, I fell, too, into a fever and drank
vodka chilled next to the fat halved lemons in the bowl.