lazarus
Blue Crack Supplier
LAST WORDS
history is betrayed at night
in the crimson haze of a cracked taillight,
on the backsteps of a memorized address
with the compact bite of an alligator bag
when rain hits the hands and hats
and windows of drab walk-up flats
the manholes exhale a dirty work wind;
late hour lovers run for cover
in white shirtsleeves and sweat he composed
the world's last ode to a wilting rose;
it blanched and turned away,
the soiled pots now vacant lots
when this form fails
she wears something borrowed and blue,
her calling card a transient embrace,
a detente at the cabstand
then she's waving out the back,
hand like a windshield wiper;
pull the coat tighter--
the lights all run yellow,
my pocket change becomes rosary beads;
now swallowed by the smoke
a thrown-away throat chokes
on hosannas to the heavens.
laz
history is betrayed at night
in the crimson haze of a cracked taillight,
on the backsteps of a memorized address
with the compact bite of an alligator bag
when rain hits the hands and hats
and windows of drab walk-up flats
the manholes exhale a dirty work wind;
late hour lovers run for cover
in white shirtsleeves and sweat he composed
the world's last ode to a wilting rose;
it blanched and turned away,
the soiled pots now vacant lots
when this form fails
she wears something borrowed and blue,
her calling card a transient embrace,
a detente at the cabstand
then she's waving out the back,
hand like a windshield wiper;
pull the coat tighter--
the lights all run yellow,
my pocket change becomes rosary beads;
now swallowed by the smoke
a thrown-away throat chokes
on hosannas to the heavens.
laz
