orange

reflections of south park on the

adjacent window, on the face of

the performing poet.

light blue crystal moon,

hanging orange half orbs,

cerulean brick walls,

plastic chairs and hairs,

pomegranate cider

thrusting on the middle of

my tongue.

lace and haste,

fuzzy eyelids

for chase,

for john,

for justin,

but really

for shawn.

chalkboard menus and female

roves on an open microphone.

maroon velvet blazers

and band t-shirts

fluffy curly hair oh,

i love.

scribbling and open

sideways and old woman

singing 'it ain't so bad

bein' a bag lady...'

purple walls, backyards,

joe christmas, othello,

first impressions, greek gods,

greek positions,

inhibitions; laying sweetness

down next to herself in a

corner knit room, all alone

with a wing-backed chair,

singing amen.