Tuesday, June 30, 2015

unfinished drapes

these are the creeps
we lit the dresses 
of all the jellyfish lawyers
and confidantes

off burnham streets
and washy elevator
hum hum hum hum

droll the skirts
these are not your halos
of worthy beams

marriage and impossible
the treachery of modernist bail

she laughs at all the pills
sunday drugs spent in harlem