Ode to an Absinthe Spoon

so you finally realized you're an entertainer
cowboy bill
i spnt (spent) a full 7 minutes
explaining to you why i love
absinthe spoons

if
if you
if you could
if you could only
if you could only stop
if you could only stop your
if yoo could only stop your heart
if you could only stop your heartbeat
if you could only stop your heartbeat for
if you could only stop your heartbeat for one heart
if you could only stop your heartbeat for one heartbeat

I'd like to roll you down the steps of
Mr. Callahan's ziggurat and
there are parts of you that i want to suspend in time
like a pickled head in a mason jar

jamie's too kind not to spare
a kind word for me
but he criticizes from afar and
doubles back on his bravado with
tongue in cheek bravado
aren't we who are brilliant all ashamed
aren't we
brilliant

i still keep your headband in a cigar box
and i remember things sometimes like traffic
coming back across the throgg's neck bridge
i am wearing your headband right now
in traffic across the throgg's neck bridge

all thoughts are prey to some beast

they told me it was ok to steal
even as they severed my hands
and kept them pickled in that same jar
as they stole my hands

Coney Island the tumescent lustre
of 2 pm in Brooklyn
photo booths strong men pin wheels

o croaker, croaker fill me this prescription
i typed it and put it out in public
so as to make it legible

so well crafted and
for one small purpose
perforated with diamonds