THE ALL AROUND NIGHTFALL OF THE A.M.

Veronica! Veronica! I sleep in a car because something is wrong with you.
and maybe i’m wrong about everything, but your jest is as good as mine…
on a toadstool defrocked of practical flight 
binding horrors to salvation
that only losing you can
comprehend…

the all around nightfall of the A.M.
sprawling like Italian hands on the cusp 
of an frenetic exploration of the Self
quilted in lavender repose-
as your gin furies whisper
at my gullible
with infinite
delight.