sky stealing the puffy candy clouds
higher than ever hands swollen with rewards
of earthly gains treasures
gold sans beauties galore lined up
but several toofless hags and once were
cuties
silver stored in pockets of quarters dimes heavy
nickel galore
a one time dollar torn in two
the wrapped ice dripping down
the back of my throat
holds her interests
so she calls me big dawg and honey
as we look weird at each other
me drinking a beer
her a seven-up
fondling her purse antsy
it seems
I go out on the balcony and puke on a Porsche three stories
down
then gather my wits and jump too