In the current economy the cell phone rang
and we drew a circle around the beautiful calculations.
You smell fantastic, she said, like cinnamon fruit.
You are a cup of coffee with an exclamation point.
I call them over and over, but the police won’t come.
I feel my use of Oklahoma is perfectly justified.
You pick it up, saw it off, smash it, drag it away
yet the cycle guarantees damnation downtown.
If this be dawn on a narrow street with no sky,
the invisible cloud indignantly declare its otherness.