Locate the source of the timebomb girl

back in the boneyard of strange events

a cargo of coffins

the dead unmoored from their resting bays

 

In the bone yard of writers we laughed

as only poets can do, and then make notes.

 

An emotional time-bomb is the deadly thing

Shadows sharp and black Lovers who sing

with heartbeats sucking in the air

panting like old dogs

 

I found myself in a cab that had no driver

so I ate my lovesick burger and hoped not for death

we sit on our new Adidas balls before

the roaring fire, our wintergreen tingling.