24.

Jewels have always confused me,

and that's what the sky is
tonight, diamonds and smoke,

the vapor snaking from Jean's
Beast's hands, when Beauty spies

on his agony. But what else

could a sky be? I'll stand
at an unprotected edge

of the park behind the shopping center.
The ground, but for the streetlights

is invisible. Have I ever invited you
to something like walking

on raw light, having that
all that keeps you here. At

night?


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NEW!!!–Dirty Milk–reactive poem for microphone http://www.lewislacook.com/DirtyMilk/

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