Blue Dress

She's going
to look for
a blue dress
downtown.
I'm heading
into the basement
to wrestle
with
crow black ribbons
of feedback.
El-King will
apply rhinoceros tonic
to the open wound
on the side of
the passenger whale-shark.
J-squared
has the double kick drum podium
to expound the absurd
with wobbling plastic eyes
and crumbling monster cookie
crumbs.
She's going
to meet me there.
My heart is filled with helium
when I think about her
walking down Second Avenue
through the Rendezvous door
and into my arms.