long brown (h)air head.

the balloon-hatted girl
with illuminated azure eyes
like a shattered tooth of heaven
but no, she is lost
in her white t-shirt
and blue jeans
laughing madly for
what? i walk by and

dare not smile. i fear
no little women coughing
half-dead poetry
or the phlegm of youth
in the crosswalk

that is not my
iced cream, my sweet
my darling in leather
waggling ass and passing
through the lives
the rectums of strangers.

i smell her sweat
her friend eyes
me up me down

the balloon hat falls off
jaundiced, blushing, ivy-crawling,
her eyes....and pops
pops
pops
pops.