Twelfth Floor
High enough
above
the city
to see where
Bonus Eventus
lives
in the condemned
penthouse
behind the Wells
Fargo sign
from my room
in the Hotel
La Croix
I challenge him
to a staring contest
it takes all
night
and ends
in a tie
When the sun
comes up
the Oquirrhs
reappear
beneath
contrails
that stripe
the blue sky
Falling
to the lobby
I measure
your weight
my hobby
my soulmate
My reason
to wait
another year
in a city
I neither love
nor hate
Fourth of July
The wind
blows
without
renewing
it brings
the neighbor's
wretched ah
chooing
Nothing
worse
than a summer
cold
No relief
from this heat
even the babies
look old
Down the block
rockets burst
a bell
tolls once
then stops
Orpheus has left
the building
and somewhere
a forest
is burning
