Wake Up

There's a place we can go
shed all good intentions
become pro this or pro whatever
lean into the wind like a body
brace yourself for the puncture of your beast flower
while rays of sunlight get dumped
over the shadows of our affection
your lips taste like dimes
rigged and metallic your head in relief
during my walk along the river I saw people
escaping the spastic city in vehicles
of slaughter cars too slow to reveal
whatever we're trying to conceal
I want the saints to march into the pool
chlorinated robes blend into sleep cloaks oh
wake up we're already late let's go.