Egg At the Odd of Night

outside inventoried oval-stoned cathedrals appealing chiming crimes of passion woke citronella fog hung in cement-hamocked snowdrifts cloaked slow on slick-stained windowsides tenement sheets with the pomegranate notes of rhythms unrhymed while all the uptown laundromarts rising up from insomniac-scrambled sidewalks corked-copper moon tumbling earthward like a sweet sweatshredded pennants of sun-saliva silks on rain-dribbled cotton then cherry-flat footsteps lust-percussive under shamble-wracked sills pause and then pass on momentarily appeased in time by blued bars on fly-fouled panes bell tower-balanced above taverns abutting back alleyways of need by fireplace mantle-pieced nooses of nylonic shirts and poly slacks and musts dusted-down past stockinged-lidded faux plastic lampshades passed on past magnolia movements of fingertips on muscle surfaces in-side defoliate-spun spinnakered islands chocked choked in passing lynched adhesion ignoring nicotine-papered stripteasing walls or scotch-spat skirtings creeping pedestal for a moulded tangerine ceiling stuccoed into sudden mute breath rinsed down a night-scented-taking-stock split-mirrored motel door they go lunging over greasy chapels of grit-grained breakfast jasmine-tea-stained mock vinyl rugs squeaking cot now like some concreted river bed's of slump of stun-spurned wants broken down consciousness half-considered stirring