up in corporate blues (from bruce)

gemstone bone archways

shine all gold

with throats tied

choking out the words

in edgewise

checking the cooler

for an old potboiler

an old carcass circus

graveyards of embers

embellishing snakes

and their pitch-perfect lies

I choose to believe

businessmen exist beyond

there purple bowties

as wild wights still exchange

poetic seagull cries

to sighs dissolving

the flea market

i was at

his words made even

the small stalls collapse

and people shrugged indifferently

to the lightning

but bits of bruce country

captured flashes of pain

for me to ask for it to be explained

wouldn't stop the comedian from talking

sitting back chortling

close all comfort

only love is important

as gold can glimmer

but can not capture

the haunting hall shivers

of an indignant rapture

but antichrist papers

will take fingerprints

many hearts cross both ways

but depart indifferent

to us, stay a genius loci

to our own rivers

all knotted up

tasting the water

of forgiveness

in the old pigsty

mud can matter

so i can see

that so could i!!!