They are mine, purchased
with daring options
at endless crossroads
along skid-marked sidewalks

Signs read “No Loitering”
so I left
in an old blue car
youthful, invincible, ignorant

A knight tilting at decades
for a hundred years
on a piebald horse
ignoring the corpses

Now stars shine down
upon my tiny life
and kiss their naked bodies
asleep, entwined, awash,
in the morning sun