Balm Covers, Ends Abruptly

Balm like Malbecs covers your chest.
I put it there -- whoa -- I put it there.
Awake in the West as nubile. Young fiction;
it writes itself. Like glory is to automobiles
pride is writing about Detroit. (In

so many words.) Another

city already you don't know. Move there.
I won't. Why the impulse? Grave rotting
notions of the American psyche. It's the
sidewalk but also the trash heap; I have
said this before. Are you a narcissist?

I dunno, please re-phrase. I heard the last
bit about the key phrase: IMAGINE OUR
APOCALYPSE, something only said by
Ben Affleck fans and poltergeists. 2nd
part's a lie: they don't speak well.

Harken to my ink well. Don't say a prayer:
recite a prayer/spell. Or tell your boyfriend: Out
of state doesn't count -- that's your toy friend.