Tole Boof

on confessional summer streets of city the heat scums in like a churlish treacle in back of the five and dime bodies drift by cotton barely captures their hides of leather mock they come feasting their eyes the uninspired the unenjoyed skin like twined roe on inelegant hilltables of humping asphalt the fullstomached and the barrenous the stubblegaited and released obese the adolescent chics swaddled in microshortshorts and sons and daughters of their own walk on sidewalks clotted with dirge dry bubblegum bandages and weeping condoms caked with sad and botched hotdog stands and others hold hands watching over out back of the fiveandime clouds scuff in like oldtime washerwomen scrubbing the spanknew parking meters and all the cops are at the donut shops notary publics down to the liquorstore picking up twofours and molls awol from the junior high and cocksure dudes drabbed in deadlettered sweatpants cruising spineblown bars for commandment cheaters in lunging games of catchascatchcan and here on Church Street one young woman smiling arm in arm with an elder mother set as a seal upon her heart and all my transepts spires and bells rejoice