Hasta La Vista

Meet me

in a bar afar.

Rustle me out

of this ocean wreck,

urchin for tools

Bering Strait.


Meet me

on the Bridge of Sighs

bell and the fog

harrow and cark.

Kiss a grace

of this hour and waste.


Pull me out

of this can of fire.

Toils inflame

every bleeding thirst

to pander and shame

inconsolable with desire.


Coney and hole

sunk in, like a mole

bad to sad,

driving me mad!

Love’s obscenely divine

transfigurations of sorrow!