57 Cigarettes

Chrome
I was busy lunging into focus
bending spoons against a wall of rain
& when I turned she was standing there & her
eyes were chrome replicas of the chalice
exempt from the rigors of consecration

Target Practice
That arrow in the heart
wasn't lodged there it
was just passing thru

Love Buzz
The heroine was on heroin
as was the hero
She's wearing her atomic kimono
& he's at ground zero