Emergency Exit
You’d think an experienced undertaker
would have known to nail it down - set it in stone
would have known not to bury it in the quicksand
behind my eyes, a shootout (a wetting)
everything good is wet. The blushing egg, nativity,
------------- an opal rain-swollen channel, tongues in a dirty kiss
--------------bathing, champagne, everything good is wet
sweat soaked tourniquet
my nocturnal hands pulling me out by the nape
(grateful he forgot to remove the noose)
I want to swing again
dressed in my best tux, fishnets, spikes, top hat, cane
moulin tilt and dizzy ruby sky pirouette
into the vacant side of my anomaly
into the city of sight(s). Into
the Mystique.