THE WHITE VASE BROKEN

Brittle encouragement
sugared in the night
                         with Spanish women

lacquered with concrete
island passion

and visions of nail polish
stolen at drugstores

Cutting the street like jig saws
and cadmium fright

       (telling the time)

addressing the same god
she has driven
                          to the end
of opera

                       .

Worn in the healing the old
shoes
           bitch for love

I return with bands of soil
eager to bury
your bracelet limb
in my jacket

Ridden with songs 
                                 of you.