orchestral

down he strode a dead heap of living slag

basalt born his thighs went toward the Thing

as a raven red harlot whispered at his neck in line for coffee

and her goon nervously loitered window lee to eternity

as my surf gathered girth and goon lumbered

into thick frozen fear wish to inspire that

blocking the exit in psychotic trance or brain suckered confusion

i stood abruptly black leather boots short athletic tight shirt

he quivered, opened the door and left, as soon did

the message failed lipstick coif and all

and as i followed momentarily out this very door the sky cracked

thunder followed in torrential rain and ice

so great that the hills off mount tabor were mills of water

six inches deep stream once streets

i on my bike laughing full rain gear dry made it home to vast rainbows

and when i came to my balcony there perched

the most beautiful bird i have seen,

a kestrel i believe,