Spokane Lamentations

You wily devil
do you know the trouble I'm in
maybe you do
maybe you've lived the length of it
in torn circus stockings
high quality women's wigs
red bedroom glow
transient in your fold
chemical jewelry
lessons on rational lust
of love
you've got me spinning

the quiet river at sunrise
gay chapter of your morning chores
untangling corsets
like drama from drug queens
walking a wolf downtown

the pine smell of your scented
village is in the air
and the mountains never far
here I am thinking I grew into a rock
find myself being washed away
and finally knowing what it's like
to need to cling to rocks.

TA