[Vulgar]

"Cristobal Wasn't Her Name"


Sucked into your personal space
I became an accidental pilot
of your cloudy visions
spinning the turbines which fanned our hearts
Is it true that fairy tales only happen
to the unaware, those who took it for granted?
who don't know better yet bathe
in the moist pebbles of excellence
and rest firmly between paperweights
made of the ruthless gushing wells of fortune
I cannot understand the intangible governance
that characterizes human affection
I cannot quantify loyalty
or fill a bottle with a potion or a laxative
to contain or promote fidelity
Only high country or family ties
seem to guarantee that pureness in its own right
The old motto that men are from Mars
and women are from Venus
was disproved by your worldly gaze
Starmaker's seer's globes
A wondrous orrery built at a moment's whim
but which could collapse in an afterthought
Spontaneous eruption like Heartsong
the cold expectancy of primate's devotion
the exchange of ideas, fluids, decimal places
to the seconds that trace us
into sand crystals we'd rather smoke
than lose to the wind
I'd rather take a drought
from the painted cigar of lust
than navigate through vapor rings
just to take a second drink