My Picture: Some friends I met in Xiahe in Gannan Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, Gansu, China.

A deep black satin of the night…
happy hour……
nourishes these broken crowns
…..and words outside their usual habitations.

The only know language
a whipped-up, fading cobalt sky
….and traces of thought
as thin as pins.

And as the girl settles her garments,
a spider with a hidden sting…..
spark fast the blackness of the night.
Like the days before rock and roll
…..and syncopates of love.