Baby Cinematic

I stole it, thanks—
an even bigger jerk:

down by the wayside,
jive at the dump,

chariots of fire—
typical male belligerence,

Nineveh in the waves.
My usual Monday:

opposites cannot sit together:
innocence cannot track:

it’s the dark side, baby—
cinematic croutons &

all that jazz,
crooning past midnight,

into the junkyard dog
of righteous yapping noon.