hands on the clock tell me its time
to start moving
eyes unmoving
like a placid cup of
joe
and he said he knows
what i want
my tomorrow already folding neatly
shirt collars tucked in
the trunk
ready for an engine song and so long
show me how to hold on
slipping slipping
and grasp
no eye on the past just this.
steer clear of yesteryears
and dead sighs-

snake eyes loomed
green light all afternoon
she all hopeful staring at an emerald moon.

Uncover their lunge
the frigid fanged plunge-
before you swoon.