For my partner in crime!
the two of us flow,
the dayglo & drab of the street,
our dialogue torn
from pages of hipster fiction —
lights us up,
we tell the kitchen
to keep us guessing,
& heads turn for our meals as they arrive,
drifting to the table like carnival floats.
Our knives and forks groove
to P-Funk & Aretha,
for our encore:
one Tequila Mockingbird,
one Test Tube Baby!
We hit the street again hallucinating,
the scene sugarcoated like lovable anime;
we sway through smoke & laughter
spreading from streetside tables,
point at the dead poets for sale
in $1 boxes.
We could sift
through rarities forever,
lose the afternoon
in clouds of patchouli...
today we're in love
with our shop-window reflections,
every t-shirt slogan
tells a perfect private joke,
and even the death-bitten guy
who asks us for change is shining;
he smiles every step
to the bottleshop.
As published in The Paradise Anthology (February 2008)