suppose some twisted caper on the carpet
some crime of sucking and falling like wise men
all through the interesting night and the progressive day
some pre-relationship jazz all the way through elopement
some star-studded belt slipping off and into the landscape
rolling down the dreamscape and into the living room
where we watch French movies and read
modern poetry suppose
blading from downtown into the darkness
suppose it was all very good except for the exotic
and getting a little depressed about the money
suppose this sweet ritual we’ve been practicing
in the yellow room
suppose when I bust a hole in my shirt
we don’t have to feel bad about it
the truth is only in the skin
suppose some swollen dictionary appears and we grab it
and we honestly deal with it
we blow it and we get truly involved
