Avatara

Avatara

Purple slash
on black fedora,
felt
on my bedroom floor,
tossed at a bedpost,
missed.
Is that my shirt?
It never looked so good on me.
That is my tie
wait
ow
yes
my tie
yes my belt,
buckle ringing
call to service,
cool snake
on bare skin,
bare, cool flesh
to bite
and lick
snake-tongued,
flicking out and back
across my back
like prairie lightning,
cracking like thunder
in purple mountains,
pelting down
like hot rain
relentless
in the dust
on my bedroom floor.