SWIMMING POOL & OTHER FRAGPOPS

now i remember
the promise & glow
of the vending machine

in the foyer
of the swimming pool
on an autumn night

~

we are gestalt meat tubes

wrecking our kins carbon

with the bold fonts 

of hysterical doctrine 

~

life is

the search for

the perfect trouser 

(a pair with a silver lining)

& optimum towel proximity