fiction 

strangers in paradise

 

my heart’s a wild feather over Ave 26, 

grazing the pools of mnemosyne...

& where it alights-

 

the scene, tickled,

shimmers with images:

 

[Frankenthalers of fluid rose]

slow pools of longing

that expand and fossilize

at the zenith of their pinkness;

 

[hazy cave, air-conditioned]

just 1 American Boy 

& his 7th Circuit terra paloma;

loose-limbed and languid,

barefoot in a waft of smoke.

 

he flips the record,

psychedelic B sides;

she asks for a piano fantasie.

complex vegetables sizzle.

 

[cinematic silence]

let’s cruise, baby- 

you & i…

 

my heart’s full for you-

a warm leather 

sack of dove’s milk

 

; hold it,

   feel it - 

say nothing.

 

we’re just 

strangers, 2

                thin-skinned

                leaves in the wind

stranger 

      than     paradise

strangers

in

 

paradise.

(leaves with the wind)

 

[cinematic silence]

let’s cruise, baby

you & i …………………………….