Gun-powder smell mixed with magnolia gum
pie bits flaked about the lips—

Quick! get me to a party— my taste buds turning
a falsetto song of someone slipping off dress yes

peaches my favorite too!   

But the dogwoods ruin me.  So what if a star
comes crashing down we'll be mid-river in a 

boat sculpted of cow skeleton—

Have you heard about the banana
over Texas?   It's okay,

we'll stick to citrus.  Try to float this out
as long as the sun 

keeps doing that
on your thigh