platonic teeth

dusk hangs off your shoulders

as you shine down the beach road

your weather and crow's feet to keep.

my loneliness and symptoms 

are classic. i worry no more about

you or the academy. celebration

approaches like a thirsty horse. i've said

i'll ruin you before you win.

i'll draw the curtain over your 

veridic skin and leave you waiting

in the setting sun, an honest 

horoscope from the suburb's paper.

your vitality calls for suffocation

hazard lights and shirttails. my stetson hat

is in the grass. little tunes i've suffered

on the harmonica you gave me

bleed down the hillside like wounds.

my hands touch red to my jaw.

i look for answers at the plantation's ruins.

i look for rewards in your polished veins.

a little sunshine can steal the breath

from all your prose. on the other hand

those nights took me in like a drunk 

mother in law. the trestle curves

as i half run on an empty stomach 

to get another enemy undressed.  

the smoke is thick in the pockets 

of my body. make best use of the god

who's at the window with you 

guiding red leaves to their gutters