something something

boom
bumping up close
he leans out the window
with a pair of binoculars
pushing the luck
radical move
we go to the movies
sit in the back row
crooked palm
we looked for you
and you were gone
disappeared
vanished
you slipped out the back
with your mink and revolver
it was the life of the stage
a scene from a play
you sang for us
with a bottle of Scotch
feeling your ethnic bones
not afraid to be you
we tried each other
I walked around in your soul
you vented like a harpsichord
rascals
you chased Lew out the door
you said he was a creaton
he said he was an optimist
we laughed when you called him an optomitrist
he looked deep into your eyes
I know he didn't see love
I'm just trying to remember
better times
when he venom was free
warbles
he made us bread
and freshly ground coffee
this may all seem germain
the fireplace mantel
where he keeps the trophy
1st place boys choir
stick leg boxer shorts
liberty season
keeps coins in a jar
candy in an ashtray