Upstairs Dan

Dan in drag
barefoot and drunk
iris gin warm in the trunk

verdant
you keep lushes drunk and drunks lush

a rush

not the way the wind blows but the strength of the gusts
the dead wife bench tries flowers
you and me crawling over this
you dive soft in my guts
the grass dark in that park after hours

a rush

helicoptering rabbits
the street cold as its mist
omnipotence of boy
drowning hand in hand with Daniel
another boy waits on the shore

and you a man rare and raging