As Sole Hostess

 

As Sole Hostess

she dances in a bathtub
weighing in space that blundered star
no phenomena, She

silvers the climax of a sonata
a tobacco candlelight pitches
the high of a silent television
electric of her morning bathroom
bulb hums a golden dispute

a forgery leaks along the wall
uneasy these barely costumes
her pale agreeing, Sure

time had grown ashen
loud almost when splashing
a wave of glances
in a rushing tail a soul
was true the moon unhitched
behind the windows clapping
the candles quiet the roar

feel upon wild nights
like a palace fleeing seaward
deaden a heartless, No

Run your fingers through the fur of the moment