beans in puddles of five star,
ten gallons, chic jokes
and enamelless
lou jacobs smiles
painting on our purple resolve
hiding behind rounded barrels
running into ringed reflections
white masks flaking drawn on laughter
dreaming nickel novellas
under wilting stars
waking in dawn's ether dust
chancing the bull's head
just there on the point of it,
still an amusement
longing for outside
where imaginations free
