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

vain and sullen with desire.


Coney and hole

sunk in like a mole


bad to sad,

driving me mad!


Love’s divinely




of sorrow!