ponies

that was a commendable tantrum, Sir.
your terms were clearly stated.

The Pink Pony Please.
BUT I SAID PLEASE.

Pleaase. PLEAAASSEEE!

you turned tomato red.
fire-engine red.
rare. meat. red.

but ponies are for...girls?!
what on earth?!

i can get down with your cause, Champ.
keep that inflamed head high.

haiku, or something.

steady hands surround
specimens sworn edible
intoxicating

the bridge

men's feet striking
pavement in unison

understated night
sweeps stars

and city haze
across their eyes

breast pockets
carry scars of wounds past

they do not reach for them

their hands
delicate carafes

pour
into each other's