It was Her Only Rodeo. 

Shaking, gnawing, self-assured,

bubbling over, imploding down 

into the crushed leopard booth, 

pulled onto the dance floor by

"I Wanna Dance with Somebody" 

cemented to the world soul 

by "Cranes in the Sky". 

Here are some contours of the scene: 

1) a cut and pasted fuchsia rose cutting 

the air over the alley way 

2) a mob of free radical gentrifiers, loose 

canonical priests misinterpreting codewords and flesh texts. 

But nailing it occasionally. 

3) anxious escape valves. Pull. 

When you pull the anxious escape valve, 

you encourage her to steal Muji notebooks 

as "a prefigurative politics of the Kingdom of God."

Somebody's gotta do it; somebody's gotta take that 

chance, first living: is 8 seconds on a bull, Lane Frost died for 

your sins, is your only chance and you've got an abundance.