parallel red wine faces
aim straight ahead
side by side
watching
the TV, or
the windshield
of the car

tongues of light
reel past
lick eyeballs
unseen flicks
strike, strike, strike, strike

you’re thinking
and she’s thinking
Here it comes.
It’ll be here soon.

the music is a great, loud ocean
inductive

your nerve is this
growing, inward man
ascending a crag
young, climbing, frothing
into lungs
over heart
up throat
across desert chin to moist cushion mirage lips,
to rest,
stoned,
rocking side to side

and the back of your head
runs cold
like mint
a hollow, cool, vaporous cave
gaping, drawing this
small rocking, inward man
to shivers

the moment before you move

And you dare.
You are brave.

a warrior for man

you think
god, I remember this
and I remember six years old
ten years old
nineteen years old
twenty-three
twenty-four
twenty-six

but mostly nineteen

nineteen

god, I remember that
greatest height