From Summer/Autumn 2009 III

 
Meet and greet and eat and drink.  Rig a

      Wish, and watch the

Sighs.

Listen laughter likes itself, hates its

      Awkward cousin

Coming out.            Stand up.            Make a

            Man.                  Take a woman

For a hand walk.                                    The wick is burning.

                  I’m spending my candle, and still

                              I ask:

      When two dynamite minds

            Collide,

                              What happens?