Dolores Park

REM appetizer

tres pennies and a ball of lint

just another nondescript brick in the wall
pocket gutter spelunking
maybe a murdering clown
or a toy boat at the junction

no pearls of wisdom
could precipitate from this loitering storm cloud
but i'll elope with my umbrella
and float
with miles or etta
pon the throat

moo cow in a coma
must mean a rusted copper wiring
or intravenous corn bludgeon
might the synapse be misfiring

perspire rope walking wire
plot thickening
the blood
curdling with desire

i'll take a paper route
just so i can throw the facts at you

set it on fire
just like you asked me to