A few dark pages from here

                              for Jimmy Dunagan

Only pure bloodred pink
(the nuance) jagged smooth,
bent-edge razor, epoxy glitter,
dueling chopsticks
& a loaded guitar

Pile up the word, my brother
as she never would turn so gently
wrecked
                              ex
              pect
                              ant
                                                ly

Love’s recourse & apparitional
never so near as that faraway gaze
I thought trance-
like & in need of cigarette money