on free things that are fun (chapbook poem)

ALWAYS EVENING SOMEWHERE

like new sidewalk, like bears in conga-lines
dance showers of extinction, rotting

suburban ledge and lawn, mailboxes are bombs, are
faces like smiles, forgotten like hands and

like jacks they glisten, gum and fleshy cheek
she ain’t done with your kisses yet;

five little sluts with top soil minds
floating tombstones cerebral fluid, etched-

knuckle words stop broken bone
and twist satisfaction surreal, draining

rivers where children splash
with remarkable tempo – their commotion

like saddened gravity, drop for drop
they chatter Russian sparrows from flaming tongue,

they fence sanity with needles, and melt mercury
from their teeth – offer the reasonable nothing,

thank you but my feet function fine,

i caress the lowly details:
a drunk, a woman, a fast-moving car

they dance, they dance