Blonde Chainsaw Libretto

                                        for Leweye

The streetwise tenor
bends your heart
two ways in the waning
belief that things still
rattle in the heat of
moon-blend architecture

A shaft of Mars light
hits the spitted walkway
unrolling before you
alias anything you please
naked stone dancing into sand
like a well-lit tractor

threaded w/lotus blossoms
around the neck of the one
that got away even after
she said she didn’t

-by Michael Price & Kevin Opstedal