RUSH

Crouched in the spill pool

Backpack and all

Cold water heaves forward

 Faint pink foam from his clothes

 Bar food and Boiler Maker images

The stripper's golden shoes

Heavy Metal his arteries' staccato backbeat

Gathering  ecstasy his glistening blade

Stabbing loveliness of her eyes widening

To see her spurting blood

Sudden sensual slack peace

To run with the ebb embrace

Dark, so dark, blessed blind dark

 Flagellating branches, cutting shale

Barked shins sweet pain come

Dawn crystal clear knowing:

Christ! They don't catch me,

I want it again

AJA  JULY 13, 2012