Liquor Promenade.

unscathed, a preposterous liquor promenade
no Louisiana hooker
could have tackled.
the barren lands were covered in bodies
holding bottles
holding onto whatever sober memories
they might keep hidden-- under a thick-skinned
lack of providence.

(cops hats and birthday bashings)

I could have felicitously drained you
when I saw you bite
that lip at me.
I could have drove deep into your mine shaft
of a heart
made base camp there
--when you kissed me, held my chin.
I cracked your face and evening skylined
your sight;
and you still fell in love with my
bitter tasting recklessness.

and I fall into
this dangerous exposed heart
of display case dresses,
and obtuse shattered
                           tawdriness.