Drawing a Breath

I drew a breath
and spit a spark
delay the onset of dementia
with various vitamins
and amigo acids
go all stove pipe slacks
and green muscles
this message has
a serving of rare earth
your hands are lashed
to the crest of your bangs
a mop for your ache
with warm wishes
I stoop under a feather flag
finger gentle maps
to your California bone
lippy little fuck
you've got the glassy punk star
to grease now.