Dahlia

Harangued around by dashing collar,
bonafides de-fanged

with plastic tie, with warm confidence
men returning.

Receipt present, a cool reception
questionable, if iffy.

Hardly heard weakened strains
of ‘Tomorrow, Wendy’,

unlisted yet, still–motion, intravenous
bad precedent-suicide,

the dozing, dirty Santa Monica blonde,
whenever euphemized as Hades-

Gehenna crowned; The reel nicked up,
bits yellower, fractured bicuspid

returns mislaid to early dawn,

easy.-.-.-

marketable, meatless, searingly perpetual,
headliner maquette

ran-.-.-.

The New New American Low—.

Worth Walking

My case open and so it will,
too, close, sugary now, inflections

befuddling, then, Pandora settled by
younger court building

on watch; raised, go up, and all
use justified.

Germinations, concrete, chessboard-
topped tables.

A Chinatown park: I smoked this
Berkeley-harvest, peanut-butter-

scent marijuana thicket in, left
me free of observable speech –

lacking evidence was
nothing short,

(nothing but the harder
measure) a bliss.